Letters to Miranda

Dear Miranda,

I know it's Monday. Sorry. I was meant to be writing this yesterday, but I wrote another post, so this time I'm writing the letter on a Monday.
I thought about what to talk about, and I decided that maybe I could make reference to some quotes while telling you whatever comes to my head.
So, first of all, let me introduce you to this amazing quote:

"The problem with my life was that it was someone else's idea".

Here we go, Ari and Dante. Well, that quote made my day the day I read it, but I can't forget about it. I mean, it's so right that I want to go and print this quote so that everyone know how much I love it.
If we move on, we have another quote which I love:

"Love is like the wind, you can't see it, but you can feel it".

God. God. God. God. Yesterday I watched A Walk To Remember and I didn't know I would be that sad now that I'm thinking about it. It's a beautiful movie, but you've got to be careful because it can hurt. Not kidding.

Now, talking about that movie, let's explain why I love it so much. I think that a few photos will be enough.

I may cry. Sometimes a movie hits you like nothing has ever hit you before.

Miranda, all my letters to you make me cry.

But it's okay, I guess. It's okay sometimes to see that sadness is everywhere, even in yourself.

I.

Letters to Miranda

Dear Miranda,

This week I've realised something: no one is going to stay forever in our lives. Not even your best friend. And that's sad, I know, but that's life.
After saying that, why don't we talk about the fact that I'm looking forward to Christmas? Is it weird that I'm still happy because Christmas is coming? Mom says that as you grow up, you lose interest in these holidays and you just want to close your eyes, hoping these days will pass quickly.

I don't want to grow up, Miranda.

Mostly, because I still love Christmas. I love seeing my little cousin opening gifts and jumping for joy. I want to have dinner with my family and talk about random things, whatever comes to my head first. I like staying home all day on Christmas' Day, watching movies and reading books. I adore going for a walk and knowing that it might snow. I want to go down the street and see those lights.

Oh, and I love the Christmas' tree. And gifts. And not going to school. And being able to take a deep breathe and think about my life.

And somehow, I wondered why mom hates these holidays. I figured out that it reminds her of those people who aren't with us today. It makes me sad, because I do remember them, their smiles, their happiness. And that's why I still love Christmas, because they are with me, in my heart. I feel them every day, I still remember all those ones who went away and will never come back.

You know what, Miranda? I'm going to fight for my dreams, I'm going to enjoy youth, I'm going to find my place, and I'm going to be happy.

Because that's what they would like to see.

I.