Letters to my past self #1

One day you will meet someone whose eyes remind you of the river; deep, blue, and magical. He'll put his hand in your own and you won't know what to say. And the first time you kiss? That's all you'll think about for the next week.

And one day, he'll break your heart.
And you'll cry,
and cry,
and cry. You'll cry into your best friends arms and apologize for leaving her alone. You'll stay up late writing poetry and eating ice cream. You'll see him in the hallways and sigh.

But one day, you will be okay. I promise.