Fragments of Cassandra

She just wants to know
she’s not a maybe.

Because all her life,
she’s felt like an afterthought.

She’s tired of proving her worth
to people who only keep her around
until something better comes along.

She doesn’t need constant validation.
She just wants to feel seen
for once.

To know; her softness
isn’t a weakness to use against her.
That her loyalty
isn’t something to take for granted.
That her love
isn’t temporary or disposable.

And when someone tells her she matters,
then shows it through their actions,
their presence,
their consistency—
it heals something deep inside her.

It quiets the pain
she’s carried alone
since she was much younger.

Because hearing “you matter”
slowly undoes
every “you’re not enough”
she grew up believing.

And how could she not believe it?
It was all she ever knew.
No one showed her
there could be another truth.

So really,
it’s simple when it comes to her.

Remind her she’s worth loving.
Not because she needs it to survive,
but because she’s finally learning
love shouldn’t leave her gasping
just to feel alive.


Be’ahava,
Cassandra