An Open Letter To My Future Self.
I hope you find peace.
Dear Future Self,
I just want to start this letter off by saying that I hope you find peace. I hope you finally find the love you deserve. I hope you get the tiny house you were dreaming of. I hope you have a yard full of dogs and cats. I hope you have a vegetable garden and plenty of peace. I hope you finally find healing after years of hurt. I hope you finally learn to love yourself and I hope you continue to share your story in hopes of helping others. I hope you can finally find peace in your heart after years of being at war. I hope you continue to stay sober. You're doing so well with that and I'm beyond proud of you for that. I hope you understand that all the pain you went through was adding to your story, which in turn will help people. I hope you learn to trust people again and don't hate men anymore. I hope you can let go of all your past pain and smile for real. I hope you can feel light in your heart and soul. I hope you can form genuine friendships and maybe fall in love? I hope you can finally feel beautiful after years of feeling ugly. I hope you have the beautiful life you deserve. You've been through alot and some of it was for all intense and purposes probably meant to tear you apart. But it didn't, it made you stronger. It showed you who you really are. It showed you what you deserve and what you don't. It showed you what you truly need from a relationship or a friendship. I hope you know that you are worth it after all the years of thinking otherwise. I hope you realized that not everyone hates you or is out to hurt you. I hope you realized that their are in fact good people out there. I hope you can someday pat yourself on the back for how much you got through in one piece. I hope you can someday smile when telling your story instead of feeling pain and suffering. I hope you can finally have peace in your heart and soul. I hope you can forgive yourself for all the mistakes you made and I hope you can forgive others. I hope you can trust yourself as well as others. I hope you can learn to let your gaurd down to the right people. I hope you can find the kind of love that would sweep you off your feet and make you so happy you can't breathe. I hope you finally fall in love for real. I hope you find someone you can trust and who will love you forever and so genuinely that it will take your breath away. I hope that you can go into this knowing they won't hurt you. I hope you can finally feel safe with someone and know they will protect you. I hope you finally settle with someone and relax for once. I hope that once you find this person all your anxiety will go away and you won't want to push them away. I hope you find happiness with your life and the tiny house, dogs/cats and your husband or wife is all you ever wanted. I hope your company continues growing and you can help others do the same. I hope you can finally do something you've been wanting to do for years on end but never had the right person to do it with. I hope you can sleep.
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