Time for another exercise. An imaginary talk with someone that you can’t talk to anymore, being far away, dead or etc…
On the 1st of May coincidence enough I had a talk with all my photos of different ages (I’m a freak, get over it). So I kinda re-wrote this conversation
Me: I’m sorry.
Little Me: For what?
Me: For all the dreams and desires that you had and I didn’t follow.
Little Me: That’s alright, there’s still time. You’re not dead yet, you know???!!!
Me: I failed you.
Little Me: You did what you had to do.
Me: If only I was strong.
Little Me: You are stronger than you think.
Me: I let you down.
Little Me: You still haven’t. Clean up your tears. Chin up. Be proud of who you are. It’s all alright.
Yes, I was literally in tears.