Her Innocence

“What’s best in me?” she asked.

“Your innocence, maybe?”

“By innocent, I mean you just generally nice to people and you have that innocent aura, I feel like I know you’re innocent just by hearing you talk,” they answered.

Then she smiled.

They didn’t know that she felt like it wasn’t her identity, like she wasn’t as nice as they think she was.

She seemed to be imprisoned by her old self. She always listens to the commentary of her that she feels like she need to follow what it says.

When she was younger, she was so quiet and innocent. Her parents used to protect her from the harshness of life, yet it finds a way to show itself to her. Now, she knows how to go along with whatever life throws at her. 
Problems came forcefully like a tidal wave, it pushed her beyond her comfort zone, it changed her.

But how could she stop being innocent when innocence was the best in her?

She tried so hard to get her old self back, she couldn’t.

So she stopped trying to be the little girl she used to be and started embracing her very own self. She waves goodbye to that person because she won’t be the same as she was ever again.

Perhaps, she truly doesn’t want to be that person anymore, but she’s pushing herself into it because it seems right.

They say, what we live and the experiences we have shape us into the human beings we end up becoming, and it’s true.

but deep down she knows, even if she has already changed,

she’s still that girl.

A girl who listen with curiosity,

A girl who grew up to be a woman.