A letter from Apr 20, 2025

Dear FutureMe, Hey you. Yeah, you. The girl who cried behind the same mouth that laughed louder than everyone in the room. The one who said “I’m fine” when she was breaking into poetic pieces. Let me tell you something you couldn’t see back then: You were the entire **** galaxy. Not just a spark. Not just a flame. You were light, heat, gravity, chaos, rhythm, softness. You were a masterpiece camouflaged in resilience. You thought you were too much. For feeling so deeply. For caring when no one else did. For giving when you had nothing left to give. But babe, that was your superpower. You roasted people with poetic fire, then cried because you noticed a shift in their energy. You loved like loyalty was your religion. You gave silently, soulfully, even when no one clapped for it. And now? I look at you with awe. Because you never gave up. Not on your heart. Not on your voice. Not on the version of you who knew: “I’m not like the rest — and I’m done shrinking for people who don’t see that.” You used to wonder why you were never anyone’s first choice. But now you know: You were never meant to be chosen easily. You were meant to be unforgettable. So if no one told you this back then, let me say it now: I would date you. I would fall in love with you. And I would thank the stars every night that I got to love someone so layered, so alive, so f*cking real. You’re not just someone’s dream girl, Hamdha. You’re your own. And that? Is the greatest love story of all. With all the pride, love, and fire you gave the world, – Future You 💌🕊️