Dear Boy

July 10, 2010
If you're reading this, I'd like to think I've already met you; that I've already been graced with your presence.
Maybe I even know you, deeper than just a friend.
I know what I want to say, and I can guess what you'd like to hear, but I can't differentiate between the two.
To begin with,
I have been broken before.
My heart has been in pieces.
But I've also had the privilege of feeling alive.
To be loved and put back together.
There were times when I've been cold and almost dead.
I've told myself that love did not exist.
That it was just a silly notion that made you feel things that were impossible and untrue.
But that was when I was broken.
I'm fixed now.
The damage is being stitched and patched as best as it can be.
And I'm in the process of healing. Slowly, but surely.
Thanks to a boy I thought I'd never find.
A boy I never thought would find me.
And after finding me, somehow decided I was worth keeping.
A boy that I hope with all my heart is you.
(Even if this lasts for just a little while. At least I feel whole again…not just whole, but happy.)
I hope you can relate, I hope you understand the depths of what I'm telling you.
This letter is strange, and you may never read it.
I think I wrote it for me.
So I could see how far I've come from a broken heart.
Thank you for reaching me, thank you for taking my hands and pulling me from the darkness. I've been there for so long now; I almost forgot how beautiful the light could be. I almost forgot the magic of a smile, the sound of a laugh.
I wish you knew the way you make me feel.








Love,


The Girl Who Remembered How To Smile





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