31 Mayıs 2016, Salı saat: 01:11 Dear 2013 Me, I know it hurts like you never thought possible–literally a horrific ache in your chest, like someone scooped their hands in and wrenched out the tender of you. I know you start crying pretty much any time you’re alone in a room. I know you forget what day it is cause they’re all blending together. I know it seems like no one’s ever going to feel like home the way he did. But you’re going to learn so much while you’re putting yourself back together. You’re going to run your hands up all the seperate pieces of you. You’re even going to put some parts in different places than they were before. Because it feels good to remind yourself that there are still some changes that are within your control. In the time that’s stretching out in front of you, you’re going to turn that boy into more literary pieces than you ever thought you had in you. And then you’re going to leave him aside for a bunch of other projects. In different countries, different cities. And it’s only gonna get better from there. I know you would prefer to make a name for yourself writing about something “more intellectual,” but admit it: you enjoyed working on them and they were the best you could do at the moment. Just go with it. And much later. When you’ve truly learned how to fall in love with yourself, you’re gonna feel just as secure and happy –probably a little more– with your new boyfriend (Yes, you heard that right.) Who’s gonna help you move out of this city in the summer. So get the hell out of bed! larissa