Dear My Reflection,

I have known you only several years, yet at the same time I have known you my whole life. After all, you have seen everything: from the days of sparkly headbands all the way to choosing my senior prom dress and beyond. You helped me decide what I liked and what I didn’t.

In public, I try to look put together. Yet in private, you see for yourself that this is a facade. You see me straighten my hair, apply foundation and mascara, and get dressed. You see the not so beautiful parts of me, yet you have stuck around.

Both of us are trying to figure out this journey of adulthood together. It’s hard, yet when I reach my hands out, I see yours trying to cling to mine. I know you always feel what I feel, at any given time of the day or night. This is alright with me, because you know everything about me already. I can tell you anything, yet it is as if you already know.

This scares me a little bit; opening up completely. But at this point in life, you have proven yourself trustworthy. You have witnessed me grow from a mere, innocent child to an independently functioning woman of society. You never judged me during my awkward years. You are my secret-keeper, my advice provider, and my rock when life gets tough.

I never even realized how valuable you are until recently, so I just want to say thank you. Not once did your confidence in me waver. Without hesitation, you appear at will. I do not consider you a mere “reflection;” you truly are my forever friend.

It is as if you are my own personal source of magic. Magic obviously must be real, because somehow, within this crazy, scary, beautiful universe we live in, I found you.