Love Letter To MyselfDear Deb,
Hi there, it’s me. Or rather, you. I know you hate that nickname, but it’s your fun-loving, witty, big-hearted, brave alter ego speaking who apparently seems to have that prerogative. I’m writing this letter to you to let you know that I really, really like you. No. I don’t really like you. I love you. You are amazing. There are things about you that really baffle me. I love how smart you are and I love your ability to really listen to people and to know what they are feeling, without asking. I love the deep thoughts we sometimes share, about life, the universe and what not. I love the fun moments we have when observing people acting weird or when having a laugh with friends. I could go on and on really.
What baffles me is that we have time and space to share these moments together, despite all the bad times we went through. I must admit that in the past we haven’t been that much in touch and it’s still hard to make contact when you’r