When I was younger, but not by much, I wanted to shine brightly in order to attain a boy’s attention. Once I did, I wanted to shine even brighter to keep him. I wanted to be radiating, captivating, motivating. I wanted to be brilliant and contagious; unabashed and deliberate. I wanted to be the girl you saw in a store selecting which peaches were the most ripe- one that was so alluring you just couldn’t bear to leave without saying, “hello”. I put every ounce of my being, every minute that ticked by on my watch, into beaming for you. Into being your lighthouse. Over time I faded for you I guess. Or maybe I had never even sparked in your eyes, only flickered. All in all, I became dark. Yet, that very darkness provoked me to change directive. To manifest ways to provide light again accept this time so that I could be found. I started to find myself. I started to shine for myself. There are many days where I let my flame fizzle out; but Honey, the moments I hold onto it I swear I’ve never shone brighter.