Pride

I'm happy for her. She has done well so far.  Confident, smart, beautiful and fun—just the way I pictured her multiple times—the flesh and bone incarnation of years of in-the-making perfection. The books she devoured, the people she met, the films she performed in her head, replacing the main character, the songs she lip-synced to, the secret cigarettes she smoked, the pain she suffered and overcame, the good times she's had. I'm proud of her.