with love, from the future

written at 45 · to my 20-year-old self

If I could sit beside you for five minutes, I'd tell you that grief and joy end up sharing a house. You'll grieve the years you spent hiding, and in the very same breath you'll feel joy for the years still ahead. Both are allowed at once.

— Kimmi

written after a long estrangement, since repaired

with love,

from the future


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