Dear past me,
I can’t decide if I am narcissistic enough to advise you to take different choices in life. Who “I” am only exists because of the decisions you made, even if they were foolish, even if they were unwise. Even from the future I suppose I can’t truly say if a different path would have been kinder to you, in your present or in the end. Take heart, my love. What pity and strength I can’t give myself now I entrust to you.
Besos.
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