It’s inexplicable the way my heart sings when you smile. And what a feeling it is to know I’m the reason behind it. It’s like I’m a bank robber in the most intense heist movie. The you that you want to be is still locked inside your heart’s vault. And all the layers of hard life lessons you’ve accumulated laid out before me as laser traps or impossible safe combinations or armed guards. And how Am I supposed to crack the code.

I call you CheriMya because you’re the rarest one. I know the weight your safe holds is a generational thing. It’s learned behaviours and environmental shaping. It’s every negative bit of yourself. But each day I patiently work my way through your bank of emotions. Floor by floor clearing out what needs to leave. And I’d work this heist until my fingers no longer worked if it meant for even one second you got to walk your life in light. Knowing what I Know of you. That you’re unmatched, talented, smart and the only source of validation you need.

Jordan Ward said “Patience. These curses on generations… Lets fall back in love and break em. nothings past the conversation … There’s always space for you”

And I hope my heist helps you free what’s locked behind your vault door. The you that you want to be in five years. A flourishing garden. Rather than falling to the cruelties of the world. You forgive yourself and be who you want. Maybe the peace I bring to your life is all you need. And learning to love yourself is the key to living good within that. Idk.