Letter To My Younger Self by Chasity Anderson

Once

We pretended satellites were falling stars and if we just believed hard enough our wish would come true. It was a simple wish. The need to be wanted, the want to be needed. Love. And we got that.

But.

I don’t think I need to tell you what we feared the most in our hearts. I don’t want to tell you that one day those fears would come true. One day we will be left behind, lost, forgotten… And I won’t be our fault, and it will be our fault. And the hardest we will ever have to do is

let it go…

move on…

There is nothing wrong with us, we are not…toxic…

And.

I can’t promise that even with telling you all of this that the pain will go away. It’ll show up at unexpected times, we will get sad, we will get angry. We will worry that our only purpose in terms of other people is to watch them leave, go away, never look back, and forget us. And it will happen. And I can’t promise that that part of us isn’t true. But we’ll find people who love us as well, even if they aren’t there.

Once.

We pretended satellites were falling stars and if we just believed hard enough our wish would come true. A need to be wanted, a want to be needed. Love.

Believe

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