A letter to You.

Dear You,

People are strange aren't they? Sometimes people you know start to seem like strangers and strangers in the street start to seem like friends.

You wake up one morning, and realize that things are changing. Are changing, have been changing, will be changing. And that's okay. Because, right now, you are where God intended you to be. I don't think the kid that grew up ever intended to suit up every morning and leave for a serious looking office. He'd probably sung nursery rhymes too, once.

I sincerely believe that people who have the hardest paths, have the better destinations. If my grandmother hadn't faced two or three snakes in her lifetime, she couldn't ever tell the stories we all know by heart by now.

Do you know what makes me happy? Just the fact that you're a great You. The greatest anyone will ever be. And the only You there will ever be. Feel special.

Even the darkest caves have openings. There is always a way out. Even though none of these ways will exactly be obstacle free. But if you've made your way through an ocean, you'll make your way across a river.

There is happiness. Of that, I am sure. Whether it's as small as a smile during class or an inside joke between two friends, happiness exists. And I wish you the best of it. With all my heart.

And there are people who will walk in, when others walk away. When people have nowhere to turn to, they turn to God. Maybe it won't go away in a matter of a second, or a minute, or a day or a month. But God's plans are greater than seconds & minutes & days & months (even though I'm sure He has mini plans for those, too) . It's going to be okay. Only things that are lost can be found.

Did you know that I will always be glad that you have lived? I hope you knew that.

Thank you. For the You that you are. And thank you, most of all, for the You that you are to me.

Eternal love,

Me.

P.S. You're wonderful.

P.S.S. Yes, you are.