When you are 13 years old,
the heat will be turned up too high
and the stars will not be in your favor.
You will hide behind a bookcase
with your family and everything left behind.
You will pour an ocean into a diary.
When they find you, you will be nothing
but a spark above a burning bush,
still, tell them
Despite everything, I really believe people are good at heart.
When you are 14,
a voice will call you to greatness.
When the doubters call you crazy, do not listen.
They don’t know the sound
of their own God’s whisper. Use your armor,
use your sword, use your two good hands.
Do not let their doubting
drown out the sound of your own heartbeat.
You are the Maid of Untamed Patriotism.
Born to lead armies into victory and unite a nation
like a broken heart.
When you are 15, you will be punished
for learning too proudly. A man
will climb onto your school bus and insist
your sisters name you enemy.
When you do not hide,
he will point his gun at your temple
and fire three times. Three years later,
in an ocean of words, with no apologies,
you will stand before the leaders of the world
and tell them your country is burning.
When you are 16 years old,
you will invent science fiction.
The story of a man named Frankenstein
and his creation. Soon after you will learn
that little girls with big ideas are more terrifying
than monsters, but don’t worry.
You will be remembered long after
they have put down their torches.
When you are 17 years old,
you will strike out Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig
one right after the other.
Men will be afraid of the lightening
in your fingertips. A few days later
you will be fired from the major leagues
because “Girls are too delicate to play baseball”
You will turn 18 with a baby on your back
leading Lewis and Clark
across North America.
You will turn 18
and become queen of the Nile.
You will turn 18
and bring justice to journalism.
You are now 18, standing on the precipice,
trembling before your own greatness.
This is your call to leap.
There will always being those
who say you are too young and delicate
to make anything happen for yourself.
They don’t see the part of you that smolders.
Don’t let their doubting drown out the sound
of your own heartbeat.
You are the first drop of a hurricane.
Your bravery builds beyond you. You are needed
by all the little girls still living in secret,
writing oceans made of monsters and
throwing like lightening.
You don’t need to grow up to find greatness.
You are stronger than the world has ever believed you to be.
The world laid out before you to set on fire.
All you have to do
They say true love starts when the shivers end, but every time I look deeply into your eyes, I’m wonderin’ when will the shivers ever end.
Every time I hear a story of another couple falling apart, I think of you and how good we’ve been. It’s as if nothing could make our bond less tighter. And yet, I know that I can’t be so sure of the future because of what we have right now. We don’t hold the future, but if we know who we want to be and if we know that whatever the future may hold, we’d still want to stumble onto each other at the end of each and every day… I think we could get to it.
When I think of you, I remember all the beautiful (but mostly lazy) days we’ve spent with each other. I like how we squeeze ourselves in the couch while I annoy you every single day and you forgive me after I throw you my series of long and hard stares.
When I think of you, I remember that when you love someone, the word “gross” could vanish from your dictionary. The smelling of feet, feeling of the armpit sweat, and the like… Such silly things that we willingly indulge on. It makes us weird, but what the hell.
When I think of you, I think of all your wants and needs. I like how I think of a certain food and ask you if you eat it. The usual answer is no. You’re really picky, so I try to make a mental note of all the food you don’t eat.
There are just so many things that I remember when I think of you, but my favorite of them all is when I remember how we look into each other’s eyes like we’ve fallen deeply in love only a few days ago. The shine never fades, and I wonder if it ever would.
We still got a long way to go (hell yeah, I know :D). Love letters are becoming a little obsolete, so I’m blogging my feelings about you, hoping that someday, if we ever find each other in the arms of one another… or not, I’d still remember how lovely I have felt after falling in love and getting through a part of my life with you.
Life’s too short to not do whatever you wanna do. I think we all have the privilege of doing anything under the sun as long as we’re happy with it (and also as long as we’re not hurting anyone) LOL