• Dear me.

    by  • December 9, 2012 • To You • 1 Comment

    Dear me,

    Oh dear, dear me. We’ve gone through a lot through the years, huh. We’ve been in the flames, in the sun, in the dark, and under the waves. We’ve felt the breeze as well as choked in the vacuum.

    But hey, guess what, we’re ALIVE. We’re here.

    I’ll be honest with you. (The implication of my usual dishonesty is accurate. Because let’s be real, lying to you helps me in the short-term. I can deal with the lying later) There was a time when I thought we weren’t going to make it. I told you, maybe not aloud, but I told you in my own silly way that there was “no way we’d make it out of this alive”. But guess what? We did.

    We’re passionate. We’re sensitive. We’re intelligent. We’re beautiful. We’re driven. We’re silly. We’re witty. We’re worth it. I swear to God, or whomever is listening at least, we are fucking worth it.

    I don’t know where this all is coming from; as you know, this is quite unlike me. But right now, in this moment, this brief hiccup in time where the orchestra holds its breath before the symphony, I love you. I love us. I love you, me.

    It’s hard being us. I mean that in an utterly serious, non-ironic or fastidious way. We hurt. We hurt each other. Others hurt us almost as badly. And the worst is when we think that there is another out there who might actually be something good. But that something good almost intrinsically goes wrong. Every. Single. Time.

    So that’s why I’m not letting you feel that right now. Try to forgive me someday. We have such amazing things to focus on. We have an entire life ahead of us. We’re going to rock this fucking world.

    So here’s to us. Seriously, we deserve it.

    We will always make it through.

    One Response to Dear me.

    1. rachel
      December 9, 2012 at 6:37 pm

      It felt like a friend was speaking to me when I read this post, and it instantly made me feel a little better. The metaphor about the orchestra–beautiful, and incredibly appropriate. Thanks.

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