Letters I'll Never Send


Dear 13-year-old me,

Welcome to teenagehood. The worst part of your life. And probably the best part too. You won’t know for sure until you turn 20.

You must be so scared and uncertain about what life is going to throw your way. But you’ll be fine, I promise. You always have been.

By now you must have realized that you love writing. It started from scribbling random things in your school notes, then grew into playing with words to express how you feel—even dreaming up your first Facebook story.

You must have started cooking "Mistaken" in your head right now. Two identical sisters. One confused groom. Yeah?

Your imagination? Wild. Oh, my days!

You definitely got better though. With the writing, the imagination, the overthinking
—but definitely not with the crushing. It's a good thing, I guess.

You're at this stage where you're conscious of everything. Even your body. But don't worry, you'll learn to embrace it. Really soon.

Your determination kicked in already, right? You wanting something good for yourself and giving it your best shot. That will definitely help you as you get older. It'll make you stronger in ways you dare not imagine. Yet.

By now, you would have started looking out your classroom window, waiting for the day when you'd wake up and attending high school would be a thing of the past. Well dearest, just be patient. Life is a slow ticking bomb where every second counts. So, take advantage of everything you're learning at the moment. Your wish will eventually find you. 

I hope you've started reading!!! Girl, you're a genius, but genius wey no open book na olodo oo. In a nutshell, I love you and I know you're going to thrive—in everything.

Shine bright, baby.
Much love,
Min Young


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