A Letter from Me to Myself

Dear Me,

I try my very best to love you. I always do. But sometimes I find it hard to do so.

I wish that you are a lot of things that you are not, and will never be.
I wish that you're more friendly and sociable.
I wish that you're less emotional.
I wish that you're more caring and understanding.
I wish that you're less sensitive and vulnerable.
I wish that you're more simple-minded.
I wish that you're less difficult.
I wish that you're more manageable.
I wish that you're more intelligent.
I wish that you're more beautiful.

I try to make you change for the better. I try to mould you into my ideal, perfect person. But it just seems so difficult. Maybe you refuse to change. I wouldn't know.

(I understand that I'm not that kind of person you'd wish that I am, either. But I always tend to overlook that.)

If you're not what I wish you are, will I still be able to love you? Unconditionally?

Perhaps I can. Maybe I can't. I hope that I can. What would I be without you? I'd be an empty shell.

All I ask in return, is for you to love me for who I am and am not; and bear with me, for the things that I did and did not do; for what I have and do not have; for the words I said and did not say.

You can hate me sometimes, and I can hate you. But behind every harsh word, every accusing stare, every cold gesture, I hope you know that there is always a thing called love.

I truly believe that we'll be together for a very long time. Till death do us part. On second thought, maybe even death can't do us part. ;)

This is my first and also last love letter to you, because I trust that after you've read this, we'll have mutual understanding about each other, as if you are inside of me, and I am inside of you. Please do not doubt that I will love you with all my heart, always had and always will.

Love,
Myself