english,
You’re probably lying down on your bed with its mismatched sheets and pillow cases blankly staring at the stuffed toy that has watched you shed your tears on one too many nights. You’re probably listening to a stereotypically sad song like “The Scientist” by Coldplay or “Tadhana” by Up Dharma Down and you’re probably singing along softly thinking that this song was meant for you. It’s probably past 11:00pm on a school night, but you’re nowhere near slumber because you’re probably thinking of him. Again.
I know that you wish that you never met him, the he didn’t make you feel infinite, that he didn’t make you feel happy, and that you didn’t have to fall so hard but it happened. You wish you could be Clementine from The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and have him erased from your memory completely but that’s just wishful thinking.
In retrospect, I wouldn’t have stopped you because in the end you would come to know more about life, love, and yourself than you thought you would ever learn. So go ahead and wallow in your tears but never regret.
If I could, I would tell you this: don’t lose yourself. He’s going to step in and rearrange your life and he’s going to make you see the world through his eyes but don’t let that change the way you see the world through yours. He’s going to teach you how to dance and it’s going to be bewitching and divine and magnificent but inevitably bound. Not everything is meant to last forever but that’s okay.
I would tell you: he’s not the one. I know that you think that he’s the one you’re going to marry and he’s going to be the father of your children and that maybe someday you’ll wake up to his groggy face right next to you in the morning but please don’t hold on to these fleeting promises because they are, like I said, fleeting. I really couldn’t blame you because he himself told you this but know that there will be other boys who say those three fatal words and will mean it more than he ever could.
I’d remind you to take it easy. Don’t take everything too seriously. Being 16 is difficult with all your hormones raging and rash decision making, nobody really understands what you’re going through. But please remember that you are loved more passionately and widely than you know, by people who will definitely stay longer by your side than he does. Never forget that.
I’d tell you that you are amazing. But more importantly, you are witty and strange and daring and pretentious and different and flawed and wild and a hopeless romantic. You pretend to like EDM even though they all sound alike and you like to roll down your window at gas stations because for some reason you like the smell of diesel and it’s endearing how you proclaim that you don’t give a rat’s ass about what people say or think of you but you always think twice about what you do and how it would make people talk. You feel so accomplished when you can rap to your favorite Gloc-9 track and you’re solidly mediocre at dancing and you can probably out-quote anybody on Harry Potter, Mean Girls, and White Chicks. And I would tell you that not one of those damn things has anything to do with him.
Do not let him define you. You are the 3 guitars hanging on your wall and the G-teched lyrics on your palm. You are (almost) five feet of spirit filled with dreams, hopes and character and there’s so much more meant for you. You have lived 16 years of your life without a trace of him and you will live the rest of it with ease. And in the grand scheme of things, he’s just one star in the galaxy that you have yet to explore. So don’t focus on that one star because you might now be able to see the constellation.
Even though it seems impossible at this moment, you will move on. There will come a day when you’re listening to your phone or iPod and that song comes on and instead of pressing next, you actually smile and enjoy the song. It won’t hurt anymore because you’ve seen the galaxy and you’ve understood how immense and enchanting it is. You were made of love and you will love again.
So when that moment comes when cupid decides to shoot you the next arrow, you’ll be ready and you’ll be armed. Go ahead and put up a fight before surrendering your heart so you know he’s worthy of it. You won’t be as naïve and innocent as you were when you were 16 and you’ll know how to deal with most of the mishaps and predicaments that may follow. I’m not promising you a smooth ride but I’m sure you’ll love the view this time around.
So darling, please, go to sleep. Put on your earphones and listen to your sleep playlist. Drift off the thought of him but don’t drift off with it, you still have 7:30a.m. class to attend tomorrow.
Literary (Submission): Lovesick and Nostalgic
You’re probably lying down on your bed with its mismatched sheets and pillow cases blankly staring at the stuffed toy that has watched you shed your tears on one too many nights. You’re probably listening to a stereotypically sad song like “The Scientist” by Coldplay or “Tadhana” by Up Dharma Down and you’re probably singing along softly thinking that this song was meant for you. It’s probably past 11:00pm on a school night, but you’re nowhere near slumber because you’re probably thinking of him. Again.
I know that you wish that you never met him, the he didn’t make you feel infinite, that he didn’t make you feel happy, and that you didn’t have to fall so hard but it happened. You wish you could be Clementine from The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and have him erased from your memory completely but that’s just wishful thinking.
In retrospect, I wouldn’t have stopped you because in the end you would come to know more about life, love, and yourself than you thought you would ever learn. So go ahead and wallow in your tears but never regret.
If I could, I would tell you this: don’t lose yourself. He’s going to step in and rearrange your life and he’s going to make you see the world through his eyes but don’t let that change the way you see the world through yours. He’s going to teach you how to dance and it’s going to be bewitching and divine and magnificent but inevitably bound. Not everything is meant to last forever but that’s okay.
I would tell you: he’s not the one. I know that you think that he’s the one you’re going to marry and he’s going to be the father of your children and that maybe someday you’ll wake up to his groggy face right next to you in the morning but please don’t hold on to these fleeting promises because they are, like I said, fleeting. I really couldn’t blame you because he himself told you this but know that there will be other boys who say those three fatal words and will mean it more than he ever could.
I’d remind you to take it easy. Don’t take everything too seriously. Being 16 is difficult with all your hormones raging and rash decision making, nobody really understands what you’re going through. But please remember that you are loved more passionately and widely than you know, by people who will definitely stay longer by your side than he does. Never forget that.
I’d tell you that you are amazing. But more importantly, you are witty and strange and daring and pretentious and different and flawed and wild and a hopeless romantic. You pretend to like EDM even though they all sound alike and you like to roll down your window at gas stations because for some reason you like the smell of diesel and it’s endearing how you proclaim that you don’t give a rat’s ass about what people say or think of you but you always think twice about what you do and how it would make people talk. You feel so accomplished when you can rap to your favorite Gloc-9 track and you’re solidly mediocre at dancing and you can probably out-quote anybody on Harry Potter, Mean Girls, and White Chicks. And I would tell you that not one of those damn things has anything to do with him.
Do not let him define you. You are the 3 guitars hanging on your wall and the G-teched lyrics on your palm. You are (almost) five feet of spirit filled with dreams, hopes and character and there’s so much more meant for you. You have lived 16 years of your life without a trace of him and you will live the rest of it with ease. And in the grand scheme of things, he’s just one star in the galaxy that you have yet to explore. So don’t focus on that one star because you might now be able to see the constellation.
Even though it seems impossible at this moment, you will move on. There will come a day when you’re listening to your phone or iPod and that song comes on and instead of pressing next, you actually smile and enjoy the song. It won’t hurt anymore because you’ve seen the galaxy and you’ve understood how immense and enchanting it is. You were made of love and you will love again.
So when that moment comes when cupid decides to shoot you the next arrow, you’ll be ready and you’ll be armed. Go ahead and put up a fight before surrendering your heart so you know he’s worthy of it. You won’t be as naïve and innocent as you were when you were 16 and you’ll know how to deal with most of the mishaps and predicaments that may follow. I’m not promising you a smooth ride but I’m sure you’ll love the view this time around.
So darling, please, go to sleep. Put on your earphones and listen to your sleep playlist. Drift off the thought of him but don’t drift off with it, you still have 7:30a.m. class to attend tomorrow.
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