A Letter To My 16 Year-Old Self

 

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Photo courtesy of Professional Artist Simon Tan

One Saturday evening you will find yourself running across our small village … the moon is hidden behind the clouds as you try to catch your breath. You are somehow aware that you are young and alive. It’s like that movie scene in “The Way We Were” (which you might have watched it before by now, it’s awesome, trust me!).

You run and run till your heart is pounding. Not because you’re running but because you’re just a kid and I note with jealousy that right now you can still run forever. You were at the phone with him ten minutes ago and after you put the receiver down, you left and started changing to your favorite dress he loves. What you have to say to him, you want to see him in person. He must know this too because he’s waiting for you at your usual meeting spot, isn’t he?

Her mother is at home when you call and she quickly tell her that she has to meet her friend so that she come out to meet him. He looks more charming that evening. You look up and see a silhouette and under the street lamp there he was pacing up and down the street impatiently in deep thoughts. You want to melt into his strong arms and wish if time could stay still. The clouds finally move away and the moon appears behind the veil. It’s a lovely night.

You look at each other for awhile, holding hands and you smile at him.You can feel your heart pounding faster and faster as you started to talk.

You tell him that you think of him all the time. You can’t get him out of your mind. You just wish that moment will last forever. Then, you tell first lie to him.

“I really really really like you”. I know you want to say “love” but you can’t bring yourself to do it.

That’s okay. You’re only 16 years old. One day you will learn that your heart is not your betrayer. One day you will learn it can break and it can mend. More than once.

But that’s not why I’m writing to you.

I want you to pay attention to what I’m about to tell you. Read this letter again and again if you have to.

He will kiss her, and you will kiss him.

Remember that kiss.

Try to remember and slow your heart down and take it all in. Know how it feels like. How he tastes. How he smells. The look in his droopy eyes. Both of you so young.

Remember all of it because I’m older now, at least in your eyes. And I’ve reached the age where the things that happened in the past are beginning to matter more now than the next.

And for the life of me, I can’t remember that moment.

Would you do that for me, girl?

Thanks so much.

xo

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31 comments

  1. wow! This was such a great letter to your 16 year-old self. I don’t really know what I would write to my 16 year-old self, but I would probably tell her to worry less about certain things and concentrate on more important ones.

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  2. That was beautiful. I was so with you on the story and I loved how you paid attention to the detail of the story. I was heartbroken to think that you can’t remember that one special moment.

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  3. I always wished that I kept a diary when I was younger to remember all the moments – such a lovely letter!

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    • I used to write a diary when I was younger least I forget. I also learned that we usually don’t forget important moments in life especially first love. Thanks so much for your comment! Xxo

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  4. This is so beautifully written. It almost seems as though it’s from a book.

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  5. Oh if many of us could write a note to our teenage selves…LOL

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  6. I really loved this. It was beautiful.

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  7. Arvin Lee says:

    not sure how I wound up here, but that was awesomely wonderful! Thank you!

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  8. Awwww … I loved reading this. You write beautifully. 🙂 It makes me want to start keeping a personal diary.

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  9. I loved this post and beautifully written too!! Lovely letter!!

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  10. Omg how lovely :):) now only if we really could wrote letters to our younger selves. Ahhh the things I would tell myself lol

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  11. This takes me back as to when you had your first kiss. You always remember the first one.

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  12. I vaguely remember my first kiss–very vaguely. My memories are strong still–but that first kiss-first “love”–not so much. I do remember his first name-Tom.

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  13. Saidah says:

    It’s always interesting reading what people would say to their younger selves. I’ve done this before and feel it’s helpful in a lot of ways.

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  14. This was very interesting! I would have SO MUCH to say to my younger self. Oh the memories!

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  15. Oh the things I would say to my 16 year old self. But knowing me there is no way i would have followed my advice! Love this!

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  16. Liz Mays says:

    This is so sweet. I think it’s important to remember moments like that. It seems like they’re over in an instant!

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  17. Well written and straight to the point. Moments like these tend to define how we see the world moving forward. I remember very well!

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  18. I absolutely love this! It is definitely important to remember these types of moments as the help shape us into who we are going to be later in life.

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  19. Wow! I wish my first kiss was so good that I’d want to write to my old self. My first kiss was horrible lol I’d tell my old self to RUN!

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