An Open Letter...

Dear Amber,

You are more yourself now than you have ever been. Perhaps the truest definition of Amber that you can be. You were soft; fluid. A viscosity that allowed you to pour yourself into whatever body necessary. And when you were left to yourself. You were left out to dry. And so you did. You hardened. You became Amber. With all your moments trapped within, but unlike Vonnegut, you know why. Never again will you ask someone to love you. Never again will you subject yourself to anything less than your true worth. You no longer need validation from anyone, but me.

With love...

always and forever, amber.