Dear Self,

I hate to admit it. It’s been a while since I last thought of you. You with your sunny disposition and infectious smile.

It was the way the sun was shining today. The feel of spring in the air. The buzz of life and the hum of what’s to come.

An adventure. That’s what today smells like.

And who better to go adventuring with than you?

You with your dark golden hair that sparkles in the morning light. Unkempt and tangled. Long and fine.

You with your smooth pale skin, and dotted hazel eyes. Eyes that gleam with impish delight.

You with your remarkable humor and quick wit. How you make me laugh out loud.

Your uncanny ability to know what to say, how could I go adventuring without you today?

And can you forgive me for the time spent apart?

For allowing such nonsense to fog up my heart?

For forgetting to love you the way that I should?

For letting you think you weren’t any good?