A Letter To My 30-Year-Old Self
You failed. You were rejected. But you smile because you know there were as many triumphs and cheers, too.
In Case My Soul Mate Exists, Please Wait To Meet Me Until I’m Healed
I don’t know where you are right now. I don’t know if you’re working or taking your Master’s Degree or if you’re enrolled in Law School. Or maybe you’re in your home playing computer games. I don’t know if you’re also into writing and poetry and songs, or if you like football. I don’t know, and there’s no way for me to find that out…yet. But wherever or whoever you are, don’t come now.
This Is How I Know I Miss You
I know I miss you when I write. Because I want to write about you and how much I love you. I want to dedicate all my words to you, hoping they would be enough to fill your absence.