Dear fourteen year old me,
That highly spirited girl, young and free,
Here’s a letter from the seven year older ‘you’,
The one you’ll eventually grow up to be whatever you do.
These seven years are going to change you into something you never wanted to be.
But we’ll talk about you today, that ‘you’ in my history.
Do you still cry while going to school?
Mamma’s little girl that you are, do you still hate mondays?
That cocoon, you made a shelter for in our terrace,
Do you still hope to find a butterfly there someday?
And that small lemon tree, that you planted,
Has it grown out well?
Does mamma still beats you for the silly mistakes you do?
Don’t worry honey, she’s gonna stop it in a year or two.
Do you watch that series on TV?
The one with your favorite love story?
I know you are crazy about it, the way I used to be.
Do you dream of having your own house painted red and white?
I won’t tell you anything about it, let it be a sweet surprise.
Do you play with snow, and dance in the rain?
If not then do it as much as you can,
Because soon enough this world is gonna tell you,
You are too old to do that.
Do you wait for that guy, you had a crush on,
To look at you and smile,
Start spending more time with him,
He’s gonna be there only for a short while.
For now just, live. Laugh at yourself and keep moving ahead.
Because as days are passing by,
You are going to get a million reasons to cry,
Make yourself strong enough to face some harsh truths,
And bold enough to lie,
This world is gonna break your heart, a countless times,
Make you taste all the flavors of life, you never wanted to try.
But don’t give up on your dreams and your life,
I assure you, you’ve definite seven years and more until you die.
Here’s me wishing you all the luck,
Till we meet again,