I didn’t even want to start this with the sweet greetings, dear Me. Because at the very first time this cheesy idea—a love letter for myself—popped into my head, I hated myself. Like. There you go again, self-centered narcissistic doer.
But then I recalled what Diane Von Furstenberg said in the quotey Tumblr I saw long time ago: “The most important relationship in your life is the relationship you have with yourself. Because no matter what happens, you will always be with yourself.”
The iconic American fashion designer’s sentence… I suppose she’s true.
So, okay.
Dear Me,
This is a very-short lovey letter for you. You, too, deserve something nice, sincere, and sweet after all this time. Don’t you?
Well, I got a little nervous here. Hello. This is me, you must be familiar enough since we integrally life in the same body.
Let’s just cut the crap.
Your mediocrity, never fail in fascinating me. You may not the biggest fish in pond, not a prettiest girl in town. You’re not an object for envy. You’re such a lazy arse, not so smart though. You read books a lot, nerdy much eh? You are over dramatically mellow when it comes to love.
But look what you’ve done. Those smile. Spontaneous nicety. Your gentle caress. Cats even in love with you even though you have the opposite feeling for them.. People always ended up forgiving your fault. Because they know, you never meant to be cruel. Yes. You never do. People always ended up laughing at your jokes. Because you are hilarious even with your non—sense humor. And people always ended up asking ‘what’s wrong’ when you put a frown on your face. Because they can’t stand seeing you so upset about whatever—things—are.
Your insecurity, ah you have it a lot but somehow you manage to brush it away, even when your so—called friends calling you names. You just giving them your biggest smile brace up like it’s all nothing. But now, leave your achiever friends for a while, relax with me. Take your time. You’ve been being a good friend for all. Put in your shoes, can they do better than you? (A little shake of your head could answer it all.)
Until next time,
Me
But then I recalled what Diane Von Furstenberg said in the quotey Tumblr I saw long time ago: “The most important relationship in your life is the relationship you have with yourself. Because no matter what happens, you will always be with yourself.”
The iconic American fashion designer’s sentence… I suppose she’s true.
So, okay.
Dear Me,
This is a very-short lovey letter for you. You, too, deserve something nice, sincere, and sweet after all this time. Don’t you?
Well, I got a little nervous here. Hello. This is me, you must be familiar enough since we integrally life in the same body.
Let’s just cut the crap.
Your mediocrity, never fail in fascinating me. You may not the biggest fish in pond, not a prettiest girl in town. You’re not an object for envy. You’re such a lazy arse, not so smart though. You read books a lot, nerdy much eh? You are over dramatically mellow when it comes to love.
But look what you’ve done. Those smile. Spontaneous nicety. Your gentle caress. Cats even in love with you even though you have the opposite feeling for them.. People always ended up forgiving your fault. Because they know, you never meant to be cruel. Yes. You never do. People always ended up laughing at your jokes. Because you are hilarious even with your non—sense humor. And people always ended up asking ‘what’s wrong’ when you put a frown on your face. Because they can’t stand seeing you so upset about whatever—things—are.
Your insecurity, ah you have it a lot but somehow you manage to brush it away, even when your so—called friends calling you names. You just giving them your biggest smile brace up like it’s all nothing. But now, leave your achiever friends for a while, relax with me. Take your time. You’ve been being a good friend for all. Put in your shoes, can they do better than you? (A little shake of your head could answer it all.)
Until next time,
Me
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