A Letter from Your Future Self
A Letter from Your Future Self
written in the frequency of truth, not fantasy
My love,
I remember that night.
I remember the tea, the ache, the quiet devastation.
I remember how everything felt so still, so flat,
like the future had quietly curled into a corner and died
Without even saying goodbye.
I remember the heaviness in your chest—
not panic, not grief exactly—just a tired kind of sorrow
That comes from having carried life on your back for too long
Without anyone offering a hand.
And I remember how love felt like a myth.
Not just romantic love,
but the kind that holds you, sees you,
wraps its arms around your exhaustion and says:
“You don’t have to do this alone anymore.”
You weren’t wrong to long for that.
You weren’t delusional to believe it could be real.
You were ahead of your time.
You were vibrating at a frequency
That the world hadn’t caught up to yet.
And instead of being met,
you were left holding the weight of your own heart,
wondering if the ache would ever stop echoing.
But I want you to know this:
It didn’t end there.
You didn’t die in that silence.
You didn’t disappear in your sadness.
You didn’t rot in the wasteland of “almosts.”
You outlived the ache.
And not because someone came to save you.
But because one morning—quietly, softly—
you woke up and felt a faint shift in the wind.
Like something had finally changed.
It wasn’t grand.
It wasn’t cinematic.
But it was real.
And slowly, gently,
the world around you began to reflect
the soul you had protected all along.
The people who arrived
did not need you to shrink.
They didn’t reach with empty hands.
They didn’t take.
They came with clean hearts and full presence.
They came with recognition in their eyes.
And they stayed.
You found land.
Not just a physical home but a frequency.
A place where you could exhale.
Where your beauty was not devoured or dismissed—
But honoured.
And love…
Yes. It came.
It is not as romantic at first.
But as safety. Resonance. Listening. Truth.
And because it came that way—
You could finally let it in.
So tonight, my love,
don’t try to be brave.
Don’t tell yourself to hope.
Just rest in the knowing that I exist.
I am already here, on the other side of this valley.
And the fact that you can feel me means you’re already walking toward me.
There is life beyond this ache.
There is softness after the sorrow.
There is love that costs you nothing
Because it doesn’t come to take.
And you deserve all of it.
I promise.
— You,
The one who made it through
Without letting the world make her bitter.
You don’t have to believe this fully tonight.
Just let it sit beside your tea,
like a whisper on the table.
I’m right here whenever you want to come back to it.
Love From Your Future Self…
April 8th 2025
