There will be a morning you don't see coming.
You'll wake up and the noise will be quiet. Not gone — just quiet. The people who were once storms in your life will feel like weather you no longer track. The version of you who used to beg, chase, prove, perform — she'll feel like a girl you loved but no longer are.
You'll make your coffee slower. You'll say your own name gently. You'll catch your reflection in a window and feel proud instead of critical. You'll answer a text when you're ready, not when you're afraid.
And it will hit you: she came back for herself.
Not for the closure. Not for the apology. Not for the man, the mother, the friend, the industry that broke her heart. She came back for the little girl inside her who was waiting. She came back for the woman she was always meant to be.
If today is not that morning yet, hold on. It's closer than it feels. Every aligned choice is a step toward her. Every "no" is a rescue. Every truth is a ladder home.
She is coming. Because you are her. And you have never been more ready.