Sunday, November 27, 2011

Dear sixteen year old me,

Remember that time you kissed that boy on the bridge?

That older boy that you thought would make all your dreams come true?

Well, he won’t.

Remember when you felt so lost you stole your sister’s car?

You got grounded and you cried

And you snuck friends into the house to visit.

Remember when you had the best friends in the world?

Remember how you promised to be friends forever?

Well sixteen year old me, the world doesn’t change much.

There is still those boys that you hope will make all your dreams come true.

Some do and others don’t.

You will still get yourself in trouble and need your friends to pull you through.

You will still have some of the best friends in the world,

And you will be a little lost.

But remember,

It’s ok to be lost.

You will have no idea where you are going and that will piss the hell out of you.

You will find solace in other things.

You will find lots of broken hearts, heads, and spirits,

But you will rejoice in the happy beautiful moments

Dear sixteen year old me,

You might not know where you are going,

But it’s ok.

Be happy and live in the moment.

“You’ll shine like gold in the air of summer.” (Kings of Convenience)


Twenty two year old me.

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