Dear younger me,
You know that I had a couple names come to mind when I thought of who I missed the most. But the one person I think that I miss most, is myself. The younger me. The naive me. The girl who wasn't afraid to dream because she had no reason not to.
The girl who fell in love over and over and over again, and chased after guys left and right, because why not, right? I miss sleepovers with the best friend, staying up all night and cherishing that moment when you're walking through the mall and that hot guy you've been crushing on since grade 8 smiles at you.
I miss when your hair was its natural color. And I miss when you didn't think you needed makeup to be beautiful. I miss the girl who love scary movies and stayed up all night, not because she couldn't sleep, but because she didn't want to.
I miss the girl who took care of herself, but not because she cared what others thought, and not to maintain some image that society had built.
I miss the girl who thought that roses were the most beautiful flowers, and bought a single rose for herself every birthday. Because even when things went wrong, there was at least one beautiful thing that day.
I miss the long weekends you stayed out partying, and still managed to go to work Monday morning.
I miss the younger me. The more vibrant me.
The one without a care in the world.
