I’m sitting here trying to write a paper, with my headphones on, listening to Pandora. All I can think is, “Oh Crap! My favorite high school song.” Now I have to think about him and all the wonderful feelings I had at that time of my life. So romantic. So hopeful. So full of love and desire. So too young. So not believed that my feelings were real.
Here is a note to my 16 year old self:
I believe you. I believe in how your heart soars. I believe all the pain you feel when you are apart. I believe your hopes and dreams are real. I believe that you wish you were years and years older. I understand how you hate that college has to come first. I will be there when he breaks your heart. And I will validate all your feelings. And then I will tell you to pick yourself up and realize that you wouldn’t want to marry someone who treats you like trash…..something that can be used and tossed away. I would tell you that your prince is coming, to be patient, it will take time, but it will happen.
