Fragment of my thoughts

A letter to the future from the past

   

     I'm curious how it feels to share four walls with you. Asking if I graduated with honors, if I married the person I've always wanted to marry, if I'm happy and satisfied because I know that's what counts most. I'm wondering if I may lay on your lap and talk about the joy, the sacrifices, the sorrow, and the ways they left within these four walls.

    Is it possible for me to remind you that if someone genuinely values you, they would find a way to never let you go? Will I still lend you the remedy for knowing that you are enough? You are nature, made out of blood, water, and spices, therefore spread as much might as possible. Accept the present present and let go of the past. Do not slip away. Do not choose to live in pain. Live, Laugh, Love.

-Frog