To me, 25
Happy birthday to me. To the 24 year-old self, thank you. Care for you, I always will. Thank you for holding out so well. Thank you for finding the courage to push through even when things were so tough. Thank you for being willing to give things another chance. Thank you for being so brave and tough. Thank you for being scarred but stronger than ever. Thank you for being alive thus far. (Thank You for letting me be alive thus far). Thank you for being me. Now we know how there will be most likely challenges but thank you for deciding to give it out another try. I know what was in your heart and I promise to continue the run. We are very good at it now, you know? I know what was it that you wanted to get away from so much and I will pray, also try my hardest to be finally free from that fear and sadness. Thank you for holding out so well even when the walls around you were crumbling, even when you were crumbling, too. Thank you for being foolishly brave to push through and for being able to decide that you deserve better than this. Better things are waiting ahead. I know it was really hard to let go but at the very least you know that you can make it through even without him now. And thank you for being twisted enough to cherish and love him still, this time without having to hurt yourself in the process. Hopefully and care for you, I always will. I just love you so much. I cannot imagine being someone else than the one year older version of you. I know that we both understand how we are finally not so young anymore but I know we want to continue the fight. Let us keep on burning the flame and light within while moving forward once again. At the very least now we know that we're ready to be on the different track but cherish him, cherish us still. I just love you so much. I hope this time you are happy. I know I am very happy. I am contented. I am very blessed. And I know I want to know more. Happy 25th birthday, me.










