I Wonder.
Sometimes, I wonder what the seasons will make of you. What kind of spring will find its way into your life after all the winters you’ve endured. What kind of man you’ll become when the years have passed, whether you’ll still carry that same gentleness in your heart, and what sort of happiness will eventually find its way to you.
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I think there is something about you that makes me certain you’ll be good at loving someone in all the ways that matter. And perhaps that’s why I find myself smiling at a future I have never seen, imagining a version of you that time has yet to introduce me to.
I hope your garden flourishes, that the flowers you once thought would never bloom find their way toward the sun, and that you get to see just how beautiful a life can become when it is finally allowed to be lived.
And if there is one thing I wish for you, beyond all the things I have ever wished for myself, it is that you get to become everything I know you are capable of being.
I bet you’ll be a wonderful director — or even father. I only wish I could be there to watch you become one.
