I know the world has led you to believe that only beginnings should be celebrated whereas endings should be mourned. But they've completely missed the point.
Psst: This letter is part 2 in a series. If you’d like to read part 1 first, you can find it here: “A letter to little me”
Hey Special K,
I'm sorry it took me so long to write to you again. I think a part of
Dear Katie,
KIDDING. I know you hate being called that. (Though I never figured out why... maybe because it's literally just not your name! Whoever decided “Katie” was the perfect nickname for “Katherine” deserves a stern talking to.)
I've been thinking about you a lot lately
When we're trying to be something it automatically means we're not that thing we're wanting to be. At least, we've decided we're not that thing... or else, why would we need to try to become it?