Cartas sin destinatario y otros poemas

✧ From the past to the present and future me ✧

There's this future me that's not scared of anyone, that looks people right in the eyes and can handle a conversation alone just fine.

I know she's gonna exist.

I know she is there somewhere.

I know her just like I know myself.

She doesn't care about others expectations, she lives her life fully, just like I wish I was doing.

She is proud of me... Of every version of me, but deep down I'm sure she feels sorry for not coming out now.

She wants to cry every time she thinks about the past because she knows how much I needed her, but I know it's not her fault.

This version of me required all this time without her, needed to learn how to be what she's gonna be.

She's been through all the things I know and all the ones I don't.

All I want to do is tell her she did, does, and it's gonna do fine.

I want to make her bed so she can rest every time she wants.

I want to cook for her and to make her laugh.

I want her to love life fully and to be true every time she's out.

I want that confidence that I talked about before to be true even when she is alone.

I want her to know how much I love her and how proud I'm of her because she has come so far, even if she didn't accomplish the dreams we had when we were five.

She's never going to disappoint me and I love her so much just because she is still trying to live up to her expectations and I know it is too much.