Dear Klïoe,
Life is unpredictable. The future is unforeseeable. An obstacle emerges just as we've overcome one. Everything is out of our control and we're overwhelmed. Slowly, we allow ourselves to be filled with fear, the fear of failure, of doubt, and of approval. Suddenly, we're stuck not knowing what to do or how to go. We're just there.
It takes a push from someone for us to realize our circumstances to the full extent that they are and make way for that incredible hope that can never be squashed keeping us holding on. Revealing to us that the struggles we face determine the actions we take to prosper. All things happen for a reason we may not understand them at the time but later on when we look back we see that the decision we made then still impacts us now today. That something we once spent sleepless nights worrying about has made all the difference in our lives. A push can only get us so far but it's enough to get us on track in trusting ourselves and in our ability to act. But in the end it's always up to us to decide, we're the ones who have to want it.
You'd ask as I would sit by myself looking down, if I we're okay, of course I'd tell you that I was because I didn't want to see any sad faces when I talked about my problems. You knew me better even if it were only a couple of minutes you'd stop what you were doing and take a seat next to me. I wouldn't say much I'd let you do all the talking. You'd tell me to smile and that whatever I was going through it was going to be okay. To take advantage of the circumstances I've been given and turn them into something in my favor. But what touched me most of all is that you never got tired of telling me that you were there for me and that I could talk to you whenever I wanted.
I might not have opened up but you gave me the confidence I so desperately needed. You were always that smile, that reassuring hand that I needed to pull through and rise above. You never gave up on me and for that I owe you very much. Never stop being who you are because you have the power to touch other people's lives without realizing it.
With jam and love,
John
P.S.
Without your pushes I wouldn't have been able to open up to Sherlock and all the new adventures that came along with him
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A Letter For Me, A Book For You
Roman pour AdolescentsKlïoe Henderson is moving half way across the United States to attend her dream school. Two of her friends decide to write her letters to keep her up to date. Sadly, they never send them. They kept them in the form of a book. Here are their storie...
