Hey. I want to talk to you a little about love. Love is a broad topic, so let me narrow it down a bit for you. I'm talking about the sappy, boy-meets-girl, romantic movie kind of love. At 13, you probably don't know much about this kind of love; I know I didn't at your age. But trust me, one day you'll find out.
When you're older and finally have that moment where you're like "Hey, I really LOVE this guy," it'll be one of the best moments in your life (well, usually, unless he doesn't love you back. . .that's a whole other letter topic). I had a moment like this. It happened right at the end of my high school career. You probably know whow I'm talking about, but for his privacy I'll leave him nameless.
Loving someone and being in a relationship can be a great thing. I had a lot of fun times and fond memories with this person. It can also be a great learning experience, too. You learn a lot about yourself as part of a couple, but you learn a lot about yourself as an individual, too.
Of course, with love comes loss. This is almost a given. This is what really sits heavy on my mind today. On what would've been a big milestone, I'm forced to face what I have lost. It's kind of bittersweet because on one hand, it was a great loss, and a terrible one, because that person meant a lot to me. But on the other hand, that loss opened the door for me to discover so many great things about myself as an individual. I hate to say it, but you'll probably figure out what I mean someday. I just hope that if you do, you come out on the other side as a better, stronger person like I did.
So today I'll probably take a little time to remember. But then I'll also take time to remember why it ended, and how that got me to where I am today. I love who I am now, and as they say, until you can love yourself, no one else can.