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Letter to My Future Self🕯️🌙
Hello, Jaden.
Do you remember me? I’m you — from a place in the past, where shadows still cling a little too close, where the days are uncertain and the nights feel more real.
I don’t know where you are now. I don’t know if you’ve found peace, or if you’re still chasing stars with trembling fingers. But if you’re reading this... it means you made it. You stayed. And that, in itself, is beautiful.
I hope you’ve learned to speak to yourself with gentleness.
I hope the mirror doesn’t hurt as much anymore.
And that the voice in your head no longer sounds like a trial, but like a poem.
I want you to know that here, from this messy, unsure present — I love you. I love you without demands or conditions.
I love you with fresh scars and unpolished dreams.
I love you through every tear you hid, and every smile you gave as shelter to others, even when you felt lost.
Don’t forget who you are:
A soul in motion. A child of the night. A sculptor of impossible identities.
Someone brave enough to love beyond fear.
Someone who kneels before the invisible and caresses constellations like they are part of his own body.
Are you still writing? Still dreaming?
Do the projects born under moonlight still breathe in your chest?
Do you still talk to Anubis, to the plants, to the symbols only you can understand?
Tell me yes.
Tell me that even when it all seemed to collapse, you made tea, lit a candle, and came back to yourself.
If you ever feel alone, reread this.
And remember that you were loved even before you knew how to love yourself.
That there was a Jaden who, in the middle of the chaos, believed in you like someone praying to a falling star.
You are my wish.
My rebirth.
My offering to tomorrow.
It doesn’t matter if you’re not who you want to be yet.
Because you already are someone who dared to change.
And that… that is enough.
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