Dear Someone I Knew Well,
Hey, there. Get out from under your blanket. Both, the real one and the one you use as a wall to not let anyone in. It’s going to break down anyway, when someone who “cares” comes along. I might as well be that someone. Knowing you like I do, I am positive that you won’t trust that person. But, maybe, you will trust me when I say- I’m you.
You forgot the promises you made to yourself, or should I say, us. You promised that you won’t love so hard. But, you did. You loved so much that you forgot to save some love for yourself.
You promised that you would not be one of those people who searched for ‘I hate myself quotes tumblr’. What a sad thing it is for me to know that your Google history is full of it. Shame, really.
You promised that you would not crave dying even when tides get rough. You should be craving for chocolate, right now. Don’t think I can’t hear you praying for death moments before sleep and when you wake up.
You promised that you would live every goddamned day, and not be a bleak shadow of existence. You’ve got plenty of sun in your life to keep you going. All you need to do is crane your neck above your goddamned rain cloud.
Darling, please, please don’t give up. I won’t tell you to stop loving others, because you do a fine job at that. All I ask of you is to not lose yourself in the process. Think of others, help them out but pay attention to yourself. Remember-
“We all have a battle waging inside us. Conquer yours first, before trying to aid someone else. Because otherwise, you just might be the flaming arrow burning them down.”
Go all out, kiddo. Win that battle. Let it’s scars be tattooed on your body. They’d look cooler than the rather hideous one you designed for yourself, anyway (you were never an artist).
If you don’t believe they don’t love you, find a reason for you to love yourself. And then it’s simple, just show them the reason. It won’t be easy, but I’m rooting for you the whole way.
I can’t wait to see you win and take the credit for myself. You wouldn’t mind that, because what was you was me, what is you is me and what you will be, will be me.
I want you to know, you aren’t a firework. You are the beginning of it. You’re just set up now and people will wait for your show. I don’t know how many will want to see the end of it and how many won’t wait, but I know those who miss out will feel it.
After all, how many times have you seen the celestial bodies being outshone?
The One You See In The Mirror.