Dear me

Hey, you.

Look at you—still standing, still moving forward.

There was a time when you thought you’d never get back to yourself. That life would just be something you existed in, not something you truly lived. You lost yourself more than once. And honestly? Some days it felt permanent. But now—now you know who you are.

Your world has shifted. Your family is smaller, and that was your choice. You chose peace, you chose to stop chasing after people who never reached back. You still miss them, of course. That’s the thing about love—it doesn’t vanish just because people leave. But missing them doesn’t mean you go back. Because they don’t miss you. And that’s okay. You move on.

You have people who matter. Two incredible friends who keep you grounded, make life lighter, remind you to have fun even when things get heavy. And then, there’s him—the one who makes you feel loved in a way you thought was impossible for a long time. You deserve that happiness, that warmth, that feeling of being wanted just for being you.

Some days, sadness creeps in. That’s just life. But sadness is temporary. It doesn’t define you, doesn’t own you, doesn’t control your story. You know that now.

And most importantly? You got this.

You really, truly do.