Dear you,

One year really doesn't seem like a long time. But, it is. 
But it also isn't. 

I don't think I really should be writing to you. 
I don't really want to ruin your joy. 
But, since I started, I'm not going to hang you by a thread. 

Hi. I'm you. About 430 days in the future. 

Wherever you think you're gonna be...you won't be there. Not anymore at least. 

Why? 

Well, you made a decision. Not one you regret, but one you wish you had more time to make. 
But then you did make a regrettable decision. So, my purpose in this is to tell you to think. 

Do not take your time but think clearly. 
But you might need time to do that so my warning would be...don't be afraid. 

Sorry this is a bit of a mess.  
You are a bit of a mess.

Anniversary

Today marks the one year anniversary of the beginning of the life I had only dreamed about. 
Today marks the one year anniversary of the first time I was proud of myself for giving everything I had to live the life I wanted. 
Today marks the one year anniversary of the start of my own life for myself. And nobody else. 

What a wonderful day, what a wonderful occasion it would've been. 

One year ago I could've never imagined to have been able to do the things I set out to do. 
I would've never imagined that a short 300 days or so would not only be filled with the best days of my life but the worst. 
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The scenary starts to choke me 
With its contaminated chains 
I tried to leave you be 
And the monster pain 
It consumed my every being 
My every laughter from then 
Stopped me from seeing 
That I can never try again.

Naruto, Here I Come!

Seems like I've spent my whole life hoping
Dreaming of things I've never tried 
Tangled in knots just waiting for my time to shine 
What if the doors began to open? 
What if the knots became untied? 
What if one day nothing stood in my way and the world was mine 
Would it feel this fine? 

Cause I got the wind in my hair and a gleam in my eyes and an endless horizon
I got a smile on my face and I'm walking on air 
Everything life ought to be 
It's all gonna happen to me out there 
And I'll find it, I swear, 
With the wind in my hair 

So many roads I've yet to travel
So many friends I haven't met 
So many new adventures just around the bend 
Plenty of mysteries to unravel
Tons of mistakes to not regret
So much to see and to do and to be, a whole life to spend
And it doesn't end 

And I got the wind in my hair and a song in my heart and the funs only started
I got a skip in my step and I haven't a care
That beautiful breeze blowing through 
It's gonna carry me who knows where
And I'll take any dare 
With the wind in my hair 

I got a smile on my face and I'm walking on air 
And everything life ought to be
Well I know that it's waiting for me out there
And I'll find it, I swear, 
With the wind in my hair ~! 

So grateful for Tangled: the series and for this awesome song!! 

Dear my wavering heart,

Dear my wavering heart, 
The world is full of hatred.
So you mustn't let go of the resolve
but why do you cry with such uncertainty? 

All your memories are filled with happiness
And there you are replaying that song.
What has become of your perseverance? 
What has become of your love? 

Dear my gentle tears,

Dear my gentle tears,
I was hoping you wouldn't be here.
How long has it been since you came?
I wonder why I wanted to see you.

I remember that day you courageously fell
The air was frigid but my heart was too heavy to carry anymore
But you helped me see the red light and I stopped 
I did not dare to take another step

I

     "And then he laughed!" she said. 

     "Can you believe him? I fell and the first thing he did was laugh! He's really heartless right?" 

Her voice seemed to echo through the frigid air. The wet dirt was beginning to bother her but she didn't want to leave yet. She wasn't ready to go. 

     "But then, he reached his hand out to me...and he asked if I was okay with a dumb smile on his face..." 

She wanted to tell him she reached for that hand. She wanted to tell him that it was a lot rougher than she imagined it to be, but it was warm. She couldn't bring herself to tell him she reach for that hand just like she reached for his. 

     "And then we just stood there waiting for Ann. You know how she is, late as always. She never changes. But...at least there's one thing we can count on staying the same." 

She remembered she brought gloves but she didn't want to wear them. The stone was cold too. She started to get angry because she couldn't feel its ridges.

     "But then she didn't show up. That Ann...something about her brother moving. I couldn't really hear what she said. You know how my phone is." 

She took out her phone to show him. Cracked screen, broken camera, and everything. He would surely tell her to get a new phone. 

And she replied with the same hesitation, "Yea, I should..." 

     "So, we just, you know, walked around I guess...and got some food. He made me wait for him while he went for the bathroom. So, I just sat there watching the people skate at the park. We, never really got to do that huh." 

Snow had started to fall. The sun was setting. Her tears made her face red and unbearably cold. 

     "And then, he came back. You know, from the bathroom." she hesitated, "with flowers. for me..." 

- 

"I love you. I always had. I know I will never be able to take his place, I know I will never be able to be your number one. But, I want to be by your side. I want to protect you in his stead. I want you to cry in my arms as you think about him. I want to give you the happiness you deserve. Will you give me a chance?" 

- 

She started to bawl. Her ugly cry resonated throughout the field. Her glasses were falling off and fogging up. She just cried even more. 

     "It's all your fault! You! I told you I wanted flowers but you never got them for me!" she started to yell at him as she trembled from the cold and the pain. 

     "Yes! I said yes okay?! Because HE bought me flowers. HE went ice skating with me. HE stayed with me and HE didn't leave me. He didn't leave me...He didn't leave me like you did." 

But he didn't say anything. He didn't feel anything. He couldn't embrace her like he always did. But she was sure he would've wanted to. She was sure he would've. 

Gripping the grass with all the strength she had left, she bawled. Her scarf, wet with her tears, provided no warmth. The wool hat he gave her provided no comfort. The earrings she received from him on their 3rd anniversary provided no love. All she could do was continue to cry.

Moana

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