Dear Future-Me,
I just finished reading your letter. My little heart swelled at every word, every line carrying your story, your battles, your victories, our life.
First off, congratulations on mastering mascara! I guess our tears finally learned to cooperate. And heels, too? I can't help but giggle. The sight of us in those clunky boots was always quite something.
Your tales of our dog bring a smile to my face. I can just imagine it, running around and lighting up our world. I bet it doesn't mind that we can't afford the fancy dog food, huh?
And we turned our wounds into wisdom, our pain into poetry. We stood up to the bullies. We painted our canvas with the colors of our spirit, dancing across life's stage, making it our own. That fills me with a sense of pride I didn't know I could feel.
Even heartbreaks, those cruel teachers, couldn't extinguish the love within us. Who knew the tears shed over the boy who promised forever could water the seeds of our resilience? You've shown me that love isn't a commodity we run out of; it's a light we refuse to let dim.
Most of all, knowing you're out there, living our dream, embracing every bump in the road as a stepping stone, it's a beacon of hope. It reassures this little girl that she can face another day, another challenge, because one day she will be you, and you are astonishing.
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Your letter is more than just words on a paper, Future-Me. It's a testament to our strength, our perseverance. Knowing that you're out there somewhere, that we survived, that we're still dreaming, that's the greatest comfort I could ask for.
So here's to you, Future-Me. Thank you for carrying our dreams, our hopes, our little-girl-wishes in your heart. Thank you for enduring. Thank you for never giving up on us.
With all the love and hope in the world,
Younger Me
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