My Letter, My Truth

January 18, 2018

Dear Future Wilma,

I would ask you questions but let's be real I won't get a response

So instead I'll share my wishes

I hope that when the time comes,

when the time comes when I meet the one, the one who I love unconditionally.

When the time comes when we want to start a family. Have a few kids running around.

When the time comes when they graduate. Feeling like they accomplished the inevitable.

When the time comes for my life to be complete.

My wish, for when the time comes, is to do it right.

Think you can do that for me?

Thanks

Love Wilma (your better self)

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