DEAR ME

Dear me,

I remember the first time when I was thirteen and a good-for-nothing guy had broken my heart.

I remember how I had cribbed for a phone just because my “best-friend” had one; the one who always degraded me.

I remember how I use to cry for every little thing.

From teacher’s scoldings to low marks.

From fights among friends to breakups.

From the smallest thing that bothered me to the largest.

All I want to say is that I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for hurting you; physically and mentally.

I’m sorry for all those fights, for all those low self-esteem talks.

I’ve realized that we grow each day. Continue reading “DEAR ME”