I met my younger self today. We arrived at the same time and bought ice cream for ourselves.
She got chocolate and I got yogurt. Her hair was permed, long and straight, while mine was short, bouncy and curly.
She tells me how she aspires to be an engineer. I tell her I'm studying to be a pharmacist.
She asks who our best friend is now. I tell her it's our mom, but that all our friends are the best in their own way.
She asks if we stop being a crybaby and learn to love ourself. I reach for her hand and tell her that she will.
She'll stop crying and that there will be plenty of love in her life. She nods and asks if I still watch cartoons.
I laugh at this and tell her yes. She smiles.
I hope we meet again.