Glowing in the dark

There’s always going to be someone who’s seventeen and on the brink of their life with a perfect body and the closet of your dreams. There will always be people you hope to be but can never become with perfect boyfriends and no worries. And I know that Hallmark cards always say this and it’s become something sappy and overused but there is only one you. You’re the only one who brought milkshakes to your friends when they were sick with letters decorated with stickers. You’re the only one who used to be scared of everything but now would bungee jump or eat some strange food without thinking twice. You’re the only one who has flying dreams over and over again but wants their super power to be invisibility. You’re the only one who writes on their hand when they get nervous or bites their hangnails when they feel uncomfortable. Maybe other people do or think these things but I guarantee that there is such a unique combination of tiny little things inside you that make you different. Maybe someone kissed your forehead on a Saturday night when you were sick and it made you feel like you were safe so you smiled and made a wish on the glow-in-the-dark stars that one day someone would make you feel like that forever. There’s a freckle on the inside of your right ring finger waiting to be discovered and map of creases on your hands that someone once read and said they indicated you would die in a car crash at 33. But you still drive over the speed limit with the music blaring and the windows down. Life isn’t the experience, you are and that’s what you need to realize. He might break it off at three in the morning leaving you in shambles with his t-shirt on but then someone else will realize that you could never be replaced. It’s hard because we all collide and overlap but we all need to know that we are our own piece of this big, confusing world and without us there could be no finished product to frame and put on the wall.