bye joel

I like good food. And shoes

Before anyone reads this, (which is very unlikely) this is a super cheesy letter that I wrote to someone. And when I say super cheesy, I mean super cheesy.

I wrote this letter to a guy named Joel Peter Abrams. He probably wouldn't even appreciate the fact that I wrote an entire letter just about him.

Why did I write this? Because that crooked teeth dumbass, left me. Without saying goodbye. So naturally your girl was devastated. And while trying to get over him, I wrote 3 books. I chose to not publish them, cause you know...very private.

I mean this letter is pretty private as well, but he's never gonna find out about it.

Dear Joel
I want to say that I'm typing this with tears in my eyes.
So please excuse any mistakes.

Joel Peter Abrams.
I hope you're happy.
I really do. I hope that you've managed to see how great you are.
I hope that you've made peace with yourself.

I hope that you've learned to let go of the past.
I hope you've learned that in order to succeed, you have to be brave.
I hope that you understand that you indeed are enough.

Yesterday I had a talk with my cousin.
She said two quite important things.
That you need to grow up.
And that I deserve better.

Let's adress the first one :
You just need to control your temper.
I now how hard it is for you. And I know that you're struggling. But try. Push yourself.

Secondly, please Joel, stop trying to prove yourself.  Stop trying to fit in. Because you're going to waste your life , trying to be someone your not.
Learn how to be yourself. And if you get lost along the way, that's okay.
It's okay to struggle. It's okay to be weak.
It's okay not to be okay.

But it's not okay to let yourself go .
To think to deep. To let the depression take over. Fight back. See the good in people.

And accept that life is never 100 good.
There's always going to be something that bothers you. The Key is to choose, which side you're going to let take over.

Everything in life is a choice. How you perceive the world, is a choice.

And so, Joel, is love. Love is a choice.
It's choosing the same person everyday, even when things aren't looking rosy.
It's having each other's back.
Fighting with each other.
Accepting each other's flaws.

Because after a while, everything will be said and done.  You will know everything about them. And there will be a time where you don't seem to fit together anymore.
But it's about still choosing them.
Despite all the odds.

Now the second one:
I deserve better.
I deserve someone who loves me the same way I loved you.
I was willing to give up all my expectations for you. And that's the kind of love I deserve.
I deserve my fairytale ending.

In my dreams, you sometimes come back to me.
We talk about everything. Share our achievements.  We laugh. We even sometimes dance in the rain.
And you're holding me tight. And I don't want to let go.

But the truth is that in reality, that's not gonna happen. I don't know if you'll ever come back.
But if you should....
You know my Adress.
Speerstrasse 8
You have my Number....
Book a flight.  Only. a weekend. ...
Buy some roses and call me to say that you're outside my house.....
Like they do it in the movies.

Just be creative, and hit me up again.
I'd forgive you in a second.
Because I'd have proof, that you chose me.

Now to the last goodbye: