Wednesday 4 May 2016

For When You Get Here

Dear 18,
I've been needing your letter more than you thought, in the last few weeks. I know you won't like this the same way I am not and maybe even more. But, you need to know that some things change for the worse. I broke them. I broke all of them, perhaps. I had to.
I know that you believed life would be the rosiest if you could make it that way. I know that you were foolish enough to make every promise you did with that in mind. I know that you were too confident that things would be right. 18, you were also very ignorant.
Life is rosy and rainbows. I will never say anything different. But, I think you know, that thunder is a reality. You know what I am talking about. You were there when it happened. You did it because you feared this day would come. Well, it is here. And I broke them.
This letter won't reach you. I don't want it to, either. Because there have been some amazing days. I don't want to risk them by telling you not to make them. But, I will leave this letter in this place, in this time. When you will reach this point, read it. Please understand that you should stop seeing things, about this, in absolution. This does not have diamond absolutes. It's always one ocean overlapping with another. It's both of you and not just one of you. It is not your fault- there were other universes burning. You had to break this one to stop it. You may have been selfish. But, that is what you were left with after giving yourself up. You were breaking apart. Perhaps, I am writing this letter for making myself feel better about it. But, I am definitely writing it for you, when you get here; and when I revisit this.
There's a planet called Venus in me. And it is burning. But, it's not our fault.


 Yours lovingly,
19