Write yourself a love letter.
Seal it with a kiss.
Envelop it with the aroma of your perfume.
Put your stamp of approval on it and send it on its way.
When the time is ripe, and shelves are dusty,
check your inbox of unopened letters, and pull it out.
Run your hand over the thin layer of dust.
Just perfect enough for you to open it.
Open it slowly.
Enough to enjoy the sound of nostalgia rip through the air.
When it is finally opened, smell the musty perfume still lurking beneath the parchment.
Pull out the letter.
Begin to unfold it with each new beginning as the day unfolds.
Look at your ill-handwriting and laugh.
This is a new you, holding the part that is no longer you.
Like the shedding of skin, hold it as though it is a mold you can no longer fit.
Do not try to squeeze in it because let’s be honest: you really can’t fit it.
But examine every inch of it, and press it against your chest.
Close your eyes and remember the very moment you laid this piece of paper on your desk.
With your pen in hand, and brain intact.
Now open your eyes, and begin to read.
Let your eyes scan every branch of nerves wired to your brain as it begins to unravel the very essensce of your soul.
Read as the neuro-pathways intertwine with your fingers.
It’s okay, cry if you need to. No one can see you.
Let its love wash over you like the ocean tide.
See how it cleanses your very soul like a new creation.
Revel in its beauty.
This letter is a part of you.
It is to remind you how very much loved you are.
To bend back the horrible thoughts you once thought of yourself and to show you exactly who you are now.
The skin has shed, but you are a beautiful butterfly.
With wings to spread and fly.
You are you, a season has passed.
You have changed.
Better you say.
Now rip it up.
The past is in the past, but it leaves behind a trail for the next newcomer.
One who is ready to see the new you.
But one who isn’t afraid to see the ashes of your past, but in return gives you theirs to put in the fire.
To the new future you will have with each other.
And in the end.
I don’t know but I feel like I just want to start over with just a different perception of who I am.
By that I mean I think I’m at the stage where I just want to be happy with who I am.
Perhaps I am, but I just don’t want to be this same weight anymore.
I need to lose weight, yet through it all, I don’t want to lose sight of loving the lord and seeking him through it all.
Perhaps I won’t, I guess I should learn to trust him more.
I guess a lot has been on my mind, and I just to be done with this extra baggage I’m carrying around.
Physically, and emotionally.
I’m really ready to learn what it’s like to love others with an unconditonal love.
I want to trust the lord with all the faith that I have.
I just want to love him and others with all my might.
I don’t know, anymore I haven’t really been wanting to write like this anymore.
Maybe it’s a time to stop writing things, because perhaps I don’t need to anymore.
I go through stages where I need to let everything out, and other days… I don’t.
Of course I’ll never give up my love of writing, but I think writing diary posts is going to stop for awhile.
Maybe a month or two from now we’ll see where things head and maybe we’ll see a change in things from here on out.
The best part of adventure time will always be how much these two genuinely love each other