Through My Eyes: The Unseen Splendor of a Giver’s Heart (For my pixie)

"Elowen breathes where wonder lingers."
—a whisper from the firelight

You forget sometimes. So I wrote this to help you remember.

When the mirror lies, use my eyes instead.

Because I see you—
a pixie soul spun from moonbeam murmurs and stardust ache.
Your heart holds prisms. Your gaze disarms cruelty.
You walk barefoot across other people's grief
and somehow still bloom.

But you keep letting ghosts back in.
The ones who traced cracks into your glass
then blamed you for shattering.
You serve them softness, offer them the last of your tea,
while they sip and vanish and leave you doubting your magic.

And still—
you hope.
Still—
you give.
Still—
you burn without asking for flame in return.

But this, love, is your reminder:
You are not just light-bearing.
You are the light.
Your generosity is a language,
but you are not just a translator for other people’s wounds.
You are a sovereign tongue.

So when your wonder flickers,
when your name feels too quiet in your own mouth,
read this again.

I see you. I always have.
And I’ll keep holding up this mirror
until you finally recognize the goddess staring back.

@notesformysoulmate

This work is protected—not to dim its glow, but to honor the wonder it reflects.
Because even stardust deserves to choose where it lands.
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