But you, you could tear this place down to the ground. Pull down every brick, every mortared building. Every person as they lie there, screaming. But you could also build it back up.

I worry that this will cause you too much pain. That being this will slowly tear apart your insides, creating a walking, hollow shell. A figment of what you used to be.

All I want is for you to be happy. To be free from the bonds you've made for yourself. Because life is more than a series of obligations.

But you already know that.

There is a beauty that exists here, beneath your skin. Waiting for you to embrace it, if you will only try.

I don't know if you can comprehend the emotional weight of breathing. And I don't know how to explain it to you. 

You remember me sad and sweet and crying. I never showed you me strong and fierce and beautiful.

There is an unfathomable depth to the weight of your words. And I wonder why it doesn't match the lightness of your heart. 

Sometimes I lack the words to tell you how you are meaningful. How you are beautiful. Because you shouldn't need to be told, you should just know.  

Sometimes I wonder if you can every truly know a person. Or if all you ever know is the series of masks they present to the world.