Dear past-self,
Please, don’t cry. You’re in for a hefty heartbreak, and some self-harm that will cause white scars along your left wrist. Let me tell you, these scars do not define you. I promise, you will be happy again. Smother your sorrow. Look at the people around you, the ones trying to help. Don’t ignore them again. You are going to find a better boy than the first, one whose laughter gives you chills, and a smile that could put Angels to shame. You two will have a few rough starts, and some break-ups. But let me tell you, you will find eachother again. He’s the one who will look at you in your most horrible state, and take your hand, then whisper, “You know you’re beautiful, right?” He’ll stare at you as you think of things, and mutter, “A penny for your thoughts?” You two will have the worst break-up, and he will swear to you, it’s over. But trust me, within a few days, he will tell you it was the worst mistake of his life. You two will celebrate your 5 years together in October, 25, 2015. He will lift you up, he will admire you for you. He won’t try to change your personality.
Dear present self,
You’ve come a long way, haven’t you? From the evident self-harm, to the now ever-growing skills you have yet to harness. Your love will help you along, just as he did when you first met. He’s here. He’s still here. Impossible to think of, isn’t it? But the impossible you have now made possible. You two will be celebrating your five years together. Five years? Can you believe it? you never thought of this, have you? Love has no limits, and your’s is apart of that.
Dear future self,
Are you still with him, that boy? Please, tell me you are. Are you two married? Are you two together right now, at home? Are you two snuggled up to each other, watching horror movies? Please, tell me you two haven’t lost each other’s love. I have put so much hope into your love, and don’t let me down. Don’t drift apart. Are you drifted apart? Are you two okay? Does his smile still put angels to shame? Does his laughter still bring you butterflies? Please, it has to. Does he still cuddle you, and brush your hair aside to kiss your tears away? These answers, you cannot answer yet, I know. But I want you to. I don’t want to wait. Don’t make me wait.