I believe that inside of you
among the voids and holes
and broken bits hide
the pieces needed to build
the most beautiful of women.
Different than you were before
when I first fell in love with you.
Braver, more resilient,
attractive because of the flaws
instead of in spite of them.
A new you, built on the foundations
of past iterations, rising
like a new temple upon rubble
or a phoenix from the ashes:
brilliant and beautiful.
Better.
Stronger.
This I believe.
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I still believe in you A.