Dear Me,

I don’t remember when you first opened your eyes and what you spotted first with those pearls. But I remember the sensation of being something, someone. I don’t remember the first time you took a step. But I can recollect all the moments when you fell hard yet stood up to face the challenge. I don’t remember the tears rolling down your eyes. But I remember the spark they possessed — a vigour to aim for the stars. You may not be beautiful physically, but your heart and soul is pure. You have the magic to spread happiness and positivity. I thank you for being what you have been, what you are and what you will be. If you feel “un-loved” by anyone, remember that I will always love you.

Yours and truly yours only

Me.