I was made of everyone I’ve ever loved.

I was made of everyone I’ve ever loved.

When I got up this morning, I washed my face and put drops of a serum a friend recommended me. They told me it was the best serum and I have now been using it for the past 3 years.

Then, I had scrambled eggs filled with feta and oregano because that’s what a friend made for me for breakfast when I slept over at his place. I watched how he was doing it, because I had no idea. My family now saw me as a scrambled eggs professional.

Before going to uni, I put on a dress as well as jewellery. They were all gifts. I was walking with pieces of loved ones all over me. A look at each piece brought back memories. As I was walking through the front door, the keychains in my hand bounced against one another with more pieces of love.

In class, I wrote my notes the way my childhood friends taught me. It was a combination of love I received when I was younger.

When it was time for lunch, I ate and talked with friends. Words and expressions from others slipped my lips, because there was a time when I heard them a lot, and they were now mine as well. We talked about places we’ve been to on holiday, and I got to talk about them. We got to visit this castle and this museum, we also had amazing coffee. I hope you guys can visit this place one day.

I spent the afternoon walking through Brussels. I made mental notes to bring long-distance friends to certain bookshops and coffee shops. I texted a friend about a Vinyl shop he’d love, and I took a picture of a frog plushie to send to another. Every street was filled with different memories that nobody else could see but me. I remembered the laughter and the jokes, the tears and the comfort, and it made me feel the nostalgia of it all.

Some have loved me for a few months. Some for years. Some people’s love stopped, while others’ continued.

But one thing was sure. I have always been loved, and I will carry that love with me forever. I will share it with others and myself.

I was made of everyone I’ve ever loved.

They are butterflies flickering inside my soul as if in a greenhouse. They take a lot of space, my butterflies, but I do not mind. Plus, I will always make more space for the newcomers so that they may feel welcome inside. I will also be leaving space that I will never fill because that space will be mine as I need my own.

My soul and heart are filled with others’ and my love.

Hi everyone :) I'm Fiona and this is a repost from June last year from another app (ahem)

Welcome to fiosfairytales, I hope you like it here 🧚🏻‍♀️✨

Love,

Fiona