Dear Myself,
Our wanderlust hearts were so brave! Remember?! Always catching the first runaway train to nowhere! Sending postcards signed, "It's beautiful here..."
What happened then?! Things changed! So did time! And so did the people as well! But why did you have to change, my dear Myself?! Why did you stop loving like it's your last chance to get it right the first time?! Why did you give up on your hope, my dear Myself?!
That's the thing about hope; we hold onto it. It keeps us from giving up. Some nights, hope is the only thing that saves us. We hold out hope. And some days, hope only holds us hostage. But that's the thing about hope...
I hope you know that you're not broken. So what if your heart is missing a few of its pieces? You don't need them. Stop thinking you're unlovable. I swear, my dear Myself, you're still somebody's most favourite puzzle. And you're also going to be somebody's favourite story one day. May be it's not today or tomorrow but one day every unturned page will be stained with coffee and refuse to lay flat the way that they used to. Yes, my dear Myself, someday someone is gonna pick you up amd never put you down. And believe me, on that particular day, all of the sudden nothing else is going to make sense besides that someone's head on your chest while your heart throws punch after punch of where were you - where were you...
Until then just promise me, my dear Myself, that you will never stop looking for that someone, who cares less about your favorite color amd more about who you actually are. And once you find one, take that someone to the place where every street corner is still plastered with your name across the sidewalk. Find someone who will remember your birthday. Someone that knows better than to bring flowers. Because flowers, are just a waste of good flowers! Find someone who remembers the little things. Someone who doesn't forget the big things. Find someone who knows the exact location of your favourite tree, where you can be found when you're sad & upset. Someone who asks to climb it. Find someone who is not afraid to dance with the person who can't dance. Someone not afraid of looking ridiculous.
My dear Myself! Find someone who knows just how bad your coffee tastes, someone that drinks it anyways. Because an empty cup of a bad coffee... That's love!
Before I say goodbye, I just want to remind you one last thing, my dear Myself.
You remember the day you gifted me a loaded typewriter?! You didn't ask if I had held a gun before! You didn't even tell me to keep the saftey on of the typewriter! All you ever said was, "Aim For The Heart!"
And today, my dear Myself, I want to say one similar thing to you. Please remember!
You owe no explanation for the shape your heart is in...
That's all for now, Myself! You've been doing really good! Keep it up! And just try to be the answer I can give whenever someone asks me why I have been so happy lately...
With lots of love and respect~~~
