Dear Me,

I don’t know where to start. Well I do, but I have to start out like that for dramatic effect. What I want to really start with is I love you, but I don’t want to come across to forward. What words can express my feelings for you? I don’t know much but here is one thing I do know:

You will never be alone. As long as you have legs that walk, a stomach that digests, a brain that thinks, lips that speak, and a heart that beats you will never ever be alone. If you care for a stroll with some solid friends, look down. Your thighs will support you through any hardship, and your feet will keep you standing when all you feel like doing is falling. If you ever find yourself eating without company, remember your friend the stomach will sit contented with you at every meal. If you are looking for someone with a strong intellect and interesting thoughts remember your brain, who is always up for some enlightening verbal sparring or even a quiet contemplation on life. There will be, of course, times when you want someone friendly, lighthearted conversation. In this regard, your mouth will never let you down; they are always there with a witty remark or observation. Your last friend, your heart, is the most precious one you have. Never lose sight of him. He is steady, he is strong. He will never abandon you and he will love you with all of himself until the day that you both die. He will love you the way I love you. Always, and with the air of someone who was made to love you.

I used to love other people, as you know. Men, women, animals. I still love them, of course. I am not one to limit my love. The only change is that now I remember it’s most important to love you. I can love him, or her, or all of them, yes. But I remember to always love you first. Because I know that some days I’m the only one who is there for you. That’s okay, though, because sometimes there is no one else for me either. I love you and you love me back. Because sometimes loving ourselves, loving each other, is all we have. So even though I love other people, I never forget you. I will never forget you. You are always on my mind.

I am not a love sick puppy. I have a steady, steadfast admiration for you. I adore you. Do not mistake my love for hubris, do not think it is a selfish love. It is in recognition of your worth that I write this love letter.

I am here for you. I will hold your hand, clasped under your chin as you think deep thoughts. I will hug you at night, my arms folding around your shoulders. I will kiss you every time I put on chapstick or lipstick, my lips pushing together briefly, innocently, like a child’s first kiss. I will smile coyly at you, every time I look into a mirror, my eyes glinting with a secret knowledge. That I love that face in the glass, and that she loves me back. I’ll look away, furtively, not wanting anyone to know how great I think you look today. Because you do. You always do. Always have. Always will. Be Amazing.

Love Always,

Yourself