To The Me I Was Last Year

Dear Me From Last Year,

 

hi.

yes, it's you.

this seems strange.

i am aware. but do not be

afraid; i bring good news. you

see,  you have things that

are waiting on you;

so please, girl,

wait.

 

you

have waited

and waited and cried

feeling unloved; a waste of

time. this is wrong, you know it

is; be happy, and know that

someone will love you,

so very, very

much.

he

will come

from nowhere, and

you will not expect him,

but he will be there. waiting for

you as you waited for

him. and you will

love him

all.

his

hair will

fall like the softest

clouds, his eyes won't work

right, his hands will swallow yours

like jonah's whale. and he

will find himself

in you. you.

you.

but,

you do not

need someone to love

you into happiness, because

you are a radiant sunflower in a

light summer breeze, bright

and calm and constant.

you need

yourself.

he

is the added

bonus to being in

love with yourself. he will

love you because you love you,

and he secretly will want

that for himself.

Be your own

light.

this

sadness within

you is short lived, and

you will see a blue sky again,

because you found your cache of 

love, for every living creature,

for every little thing.

use it, my love,

use.

 

Love,

You, One Year From Now

This poem is about: 
Me

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