When you thought that everything had ended and each time you were disappointed, you carried yourself through it all and survived. You nurtured your heart because you knew it was fragile and pure, and that you deserved all the peace and happiness in the world. You treated yourself with care and love because you knew nobody else was going to do that for you. And look at you now: where you thought you wouldn't survive, you've bloomed. Dear Me, Be proud. You did well. Love: Me.
This soil, these fields, forever in our blood. The earthen kitchen that burned a fire so warm that for hundreds of years, we sat around it telling stories and lore. The tree that was planted, and grew, for children to swing from. The warmth of smiles of loved ones whose hearts were always open, so no matter where we travel or how far, we centre back here. There's a reason why our own are buried into this very soil. Right here. This is everything.