Raw.Real.Recovered.

The one who planned weddings for dolls and built empires from flower crowns and mud pies—

You didn’t need the world to tell you what was possible, you already knew.

You believed in love, in magic, in talking to birds.

You sat on hills like a little queen of your own universe,

and yes, you cried over the silence of a cat,

because your heart was that open.

You weren’t afraid to fall—you were too busy climbing.

Too stubborn to settle, too brave to back down.

You made a tree trunk into a launching pad

because no one was going to shrink your dreams down to size.

And I want you to know something:

I never forgot you.

Not when the world got loud, not when life got heavy,

not when the sparkle dimmed.

I didn’t trade your wonder for realism.

I didn’t bury your bravery.

I carried you with me through every heartbreak,

every storm, every late-night prayer I wasn’t sure would be answered.

You were the beginning of everything good in me.

And I never gave up on our dreams.

Not once.

Not ever.

I promise you—I’m still building the life we imagined.

Brick by messy, beautiful brick.

For both of us.