Pieces of Me
You are all the parts of you. All the yous you have ever been, even the ones you are not anymore.
I'll always be the girl who was in love with Rodrigo. I'll always be the person who wrote Gundam Wing fanfics. I'll always be the fifth grader reading Jules Verne during recess, and the heavy-hearted girl who listened to Sunrise Avenue and Ryan Cabrera across town on her way to (Wonderland) her self-absorbed boyfriend's house.
And that is okay. That is expected. That is all a part of you, and forever will be. You are not just the person you are in this moment. You are everything, at all times. A amalgamation of it all.
You is a collective. Of all you've ever lived. All the experiences you had, all the people you cared about, and who cared about you. All the places you've been, the things you did. It's an overlapping crazy beautiful thing. What is gone, is never entirely gone. Cause it lives in you, and inspire and exhile when you do, move when you move, and sing in your heart even when you don't pay attention.
You are a small world full of tiny people and things. You are never really alone. You carry an entire universe wherever you go, at all times. And that is freaking amazing.