Dear you, dear me from the past
Fifteen year old you used to write down all your fears, your wishes and your exciting adventures on tumblr, here.
Tonight, you’re 25 and feeling a bit scared, a bit unsure of what you’re feeling but at the same time excited for what may come to your way in the near future.
You’re in own flat, where you’re living by yourself in Barcelona. Of course that’s only if you don’t count your now forever-flatmates, your two adorable cats.(!!!)
You have wonderful friends and a great status at work.
And for the past year and a half you had a boyfriend who, for the first time ever you genuinely saw yourself having kids and sharing a life with.
Tonight this boyfriend is still here but yesterday you both realized you may not be on the same boat anymore..
Dear you, dear us. I don’t know what’s going to happen. I don’t know what it’s meant to happen. But what I do know is what we have lived during this past 10 years. You and I, are the bomb, baby. Everything we wanted to do we’ve done it and we’ve lived some magical moments that you, past me, would not believe.
I’m sure in 10 years time I’ll be writing down whatever happened with our life right now. How things will go. And we, you and me, will get to know her fears and her best moments.
I love us, please never stop writing to us.
x
