Hi, 10-year-old me.
I miss you so much—truly, I do. I miss how innocent and carefree we were back then, how we just enjoyed the little things without a single worry in the world. Sometimes, I regret wishing to grow up so quickly because, honestly, being an adult is exhausting. It’s not as fun as we thought it would be.
You were such a naive little dreamer, but that’s okay. Despite the hardships, I’ve gained so many beautiful things along the way. I’ve met incredible people, experienced unforgettable moments, and achieved things I know you would be proud of. Oh, and guess what? I’ve met someone special. He’s not the prince charming you imagined, but he’s good. He’s real, and he makes me happy.
Please, just stay where you are—my sweet, beautiful, and innocent 10-year-old self. Stay in that bubble of wonder and simplicity before the weight of reality sets in. I’m grateful I got to live as you once, even if just for a little while.
Take care of our little heart, okay?
Love you
