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Dear FutureMe,
So, I know this is going to the me in the future, but these are also words for the little girl in our past. I've no doubt you remember her, don't ya?
That little pint sized, scrawny mess of a kid with frizzy hair she didn't know how to care for and eyes that were as dead as paper. The same little girl who then went through some ****. She spent a lot of nights feeling hopeless, like she would never find someone to stand by her side and love her, that she would be a school drop out or some ****** single mum on benefits with no hope and no life prospects.
I remember how she used to talk to us, pleading us to tell her if it got better, if she found hope, love. She used to be in tears, heart breaking night after night, her little pup trying his best to keep that hurt little heart together. I remember when we nearly lost him, and how that created a scary that never healed, even when we didn't lose him.
But, you know what? I never thought I would be able to tell her that it does work out.
I don't know how things are for you, they might have gone to hell, but right now, my life is amazing. Okay, so, maybe I am a college drop out, but I'm doing courses and gaining qualifications. Besides, I found the one, I have a ring on my finger, and from my bathroom I can hear the quiet snoring of our beautiful little boy. He murmurs in his sleep, little pieces of garbled speech, so gentle and wonderful, a reminder of just how much he's grown.
She wouldn't even believe it, would she? Little us would think us to be liars, trying to soothe and make her feel better. I wouldn't blame her.
I hope she can see this one day, I hope it gives her strength. I hope it gives you strength, in the future. Who knows, you might need it more than she.
See you soon, Me.
So, I know this is going to the me in the future, but these are also words for the little girl in our past. I've no doubt you remember her, don't ya?
That little pint sized, scrawny mess of a kid with frizzy hair she didn't know how to care for and eyes that were as dead as paper. The same little girl who then went through some ****. She spent a lot of nights feeling hopeless, like she would never find someone to stand by her side and love her, that she would be a school drop out or some ****** single mum on benefits with no hope and no life prospects.
I remember how she used to talk to us, pleading us to tell her if it got better, if she found hope, love. She used to be in tears, heart breaking night after night, her little pup trying his best to keep that hurt little heart together. I remember when we nearly lost him, and how that created a scary that never healed, even when we didn't lose him.
But, you know what? I never thought I would be able to tell her that it does work out.
I don't know how things are for you, they might have gone to hell, but right now, my life is amazing. Okay, so, maybe I am a college drop out, but I'm doing courses and gaining qualifications. Besides, I found the one, I have a ring on my finger, and from my bathroom I can hear the quiet snoring of our beautiful little boy. He murmurs in his sleep, little pieces of garbled speech, so gentle and wonderful, a reminder of just how much he's grown.
She wouldn't even believe it, would she? Little us would think us to be liars, trying to soothe and make her feel better. I wouldn't blame her.
I hope she can see this one day, I hope it gives her strength. I hope it gives you strength, in the future. Who knows, you might need it more than she.
See you soon, Me.
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