What’s Meant to Stay

It wasn’t easy getting here.
But I got here.

Not because I held on—
but because I finally knew
what wasn’t mine.

Not because I stopped feeling—
but because I finally trusted
what I felt,
without needing it to stay.

Some things enter your life
not to remain,
but to remind you
what you’re capable of touching.

And sometimes—
even almost
is enough.

Even if all I ever touch
is the edge of it—
if it’s worth holding,
then it’s worth
reaching for.

Not everything
needs to be gripped.

Some things
are meant
to pass through you—
so you feel them,
just long enough
to know
you were there.

And even that—
was still worth it.

—Angela
the voice beneath Daughter, Unwritten