A letter from July 16th, 2018

Dear FutureMe, When it comes down to it, I think if any of us are going to make it, we simply just have to believe. We have to believe in the power of the small things - in the comfort of a cup of coffee, in the calming, melted hues of a sunrise, in hearing our mother's voice on the other end of the phone after a long day. We have to believe that we can overcome whatever weight life ropes to our spines, whatever circumstances our choices or our shortcomings throw our way. We have to believe in love; we have to believe we are worthy of it, that we are deserving of being chosen despite the insecurity, or the flaws, or the mistakes. We have to believe in our ability that we are enough for them. We have to believe that we have permission to be whoever the hell we want to be, that we have the capacity to be truly, and deeply happy. We have to believe that we aren't alone, that people see us for who we are, and what we have the potential to be. If we're going to make it, we have to believe that we are growing. We have to believe we are meant to be here. Don't be selfish. If you do not love the way her hair curls at the ends or her nose wrinkles when she laughs then let her go. If you don't see her as a fucking masterpiece, then let her go, because someone else will. Don't be selfish. If you don't love the way she sneezes or the way she dribbles the toothpaste down her chin when she brushes her teeth, then let her go. If your heart doesn't almost beat out of your chest when you wake up and the first thing you see is her soundly sleeping on your shoulder. Someone else would kill for that. Being with someone when you know you don't love them is cruel. It's not only cruel, it's holding them back from someone that could give them everything. Someone that feels waves breaking in their ribcage when they see her walk around the corner. Someone that has had the worst of days, but rainbows suddenly appear at the thought of her. Someone who hears the sound of her voice and it soothes the darkest of nightmares. If that is not you, let her go. She is wonder, she is magic, she deserves someone who believes that every single day, not just on certain days. Timing is something that none of us can seem to get quite right with relationship. We meet the person of our dreams the month before they leave to go study abroad. We form an incredibly close friendship with an attractive person who is alread taken. One relationship ends because our partner isn't ready to get serious and another end because they're getting serious too soon. 'It would be perfect', we moan to our friends, 'If only this were five years from now/ eight years sooner/ some indistict time in the future where all our problems would take care of themselves.' Timing seems to be the invariable third party in all of our relationships. And yet we never stop to consider why we let timing play such a drastic role in our lives. Timing is a bitch, yes. But it's only a bitch if we let it be. Here's a simple truth that I think we al need to face up to: 'The people we meet at the wrong time are actually just the wrong people.' You never meet the right people at the wrong time because the right people are timeless.