the search

Once upon a time, there was a girl who was out looking for herself.

She looked everywhere. She looked back in time.

She looked in her hometown.

She looked in far off places.

And there was a boy who held her hand the whole time.

And he reminded her that she was enough, that she mattered.

And he reminded her, daily, that he loved her.

And, one evening, holding the boy’s hand at the Marina in the picture above, she briefly snapped out of her fragile venture for meaning to see that it was right there, with her, holding her hand, the whole time.