Dear 29^th year old Nadia,

It’s me.

I write this letter for you. So you can open it 10 years later.

I’d be totally honest with you, because I am you. 
We are just separated 10 years and many experiences. The rest of it, I hope it’ll still be the same.

Right now, you’re nothing but a broken heart, Nad.

You walk on the street, mouring.

You sit in the class, dreaming.

You listen to mucis, crying.

Maybe you wonder what happen, maybe you remember what happen.

He left you after he promise he won’t go.

I’m sorry, Nad. I’m sorry heart. I did everything I could.

But he chose not to see you anymore after spending many nights together.

He was mean and cold. But I assure you; you never unloved him, not even one second.

Part of you

The 19^th year old Nadia

I swear it's not because of what he has done to me that I've hurt so much and I suddenly remember you. I swear it's not the way that you think it is.
I read something. It mentioned the rose you bought for charity and you gave me that rose right away.
It was the sweetest simple thing you did. Because I knew you would never bought me flowers. You were not that kind of person, well, especially with me.
But charity is a charity.
And that rose was a bonus of happiness.
I never thank you that night.
For walking out until late night and talks all day. For the laugh and the memories.
For the rose.
I never appreciate it. Until now.

Thank you.

He promised to take me to the cinema today. He picked me up at Eleven at my house. We watched Victor Frakeinstein and then we decided to have a super late lunch after that.