Velineyvra: Green nailpolish and a bookshelf on the floor

...and then you realize that you don't worry anymore. That, even though you haven't moved on, gotten over it, left things behind, something has changed. The pieces has gone back to where they're supposed to be, making sense. Sooner or later you'll find that you can smile again, shyly, perhaps, but a smile. Sooner or later you'll feel courageous, and you'll stop hiding your true colours. You know what you want.

One day you'll smile to the world and say: This is me, and I'm not afraid to show it.

That day was yesterday.