Here I sit, begrudgingly, yet somewhat thankful. Jaded, yet still finding hope in little crevices that I didn’t even know existed. Surely, I am blessed because even after all the hurt, I still manage to find the little girl that believes in true love. I see her with the daisies crowning her brunette locks. I hear her songs of innocence. I still witness the stars in her eyes that spark the manifestation of the one that was created for her.