One time, I wrote a letter to myself. I was in a pretty good place in my life when I wrote it. I wasn't in the worst place in my life I've ever been in, but I wasn't in the best. Tonight, I reread that letter. I wrote that letter to myself almost 2 years ago, and I've changed so much, and it was hard for me to believe I wrote it, but it inspired me to write another one:
Dear Samantha:
You just got a promotion! Congratulations! I know it's the greatest thing to happen to you in your life. You're doing great. I know sometimes you want to throw that damn towel in and quit. Don't. Don't stop. You're doing fine. You're going to be okay, in fact, you'll be more than okay. You're going to be perfect. The past year wasn't an easy one, but 2013 is over. I know you don't believe that January 1st is a new chapter, but 2014 will be a better year. You just can't give up.
2013 taught you a lot. It taught you not to love so easy. You gave your heart to people who didn't need it, didn't want it, or didn't deserve it. I know, hon. I know all you want is to be able to give someone all the love you have to give. I know it's a lot. I know how badly it hurts. I know how you cry when you're alone because you're just that - alone. People around you seem to get anything they want effortlessly, while you work your ass off and get little to nothing. You don't know their trials. Maybe they're working harder than you are! Just give things time, because yours will come. You waited and waited for your promotion, and now you have it! Your hard work finally paid off! You cried tears of happiness after you found out! You're crying tears of happiness right now because you know you earned it and it feels so good.
You're doing okay, Sam. You have a full time job. Your knee is getting back to normal. You're a good person who cares about other people. And one day, you're going to share that with someone who loves you more than he's loved anyone. You're going to have a family, Samantha. You're going to love your children more than anything. This will all be worth it. I promise.
Thursday, January 16, 2014
Sunday, January 12, 2014
Not a fairytale
I fell in love.
It wasn't hard. The falling is a rush. It's my form of addiction. I focus on him. He is everything that matters. I want to spend time with just him. And that's what happened.
It didn't start out as a crush. It was different. He was different. He was my friend.
But now I'm okay.
He forgot me.
But I'll never forget the tears I cried. I'll never forget the laughter we shared.
I'll never forget the first time I thought someone could accept me for me. Even if I was wrong.
It wasn't hard. The falling is a rush. It's my form of addiction. I focus on him. He is everything that matters. I want to spend time with just him. And that's what happened.
It didn't start out as a crush. It was different. He was different. He was my friend.
But now I'm okay.
He forgot me.
But I'll never forget the tears I cried. I'll never forget the laughter we shared.
I'll never forget the first time I thought someone could accept me for me. Even if I was wrong.
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