Dear me,
By the time you'll be reading this you should be about 10+ years older than I am today as I write to you this letter. Have you bought that fresh Mercedes yet? For real have you!?
Have you moved mum and dad to that wonderful mansion you promised them yet ? Are you living comfortably?
Did you ever marry someone you can call a best friend? [Of course you never turned gay did you? 😒] ...or did you marry a white woman as you sometimes thought you might ? I'm quite certain mum wouldn't give you her blessings on that anyway.
Are you happy? Are you a much better person now? I'm hopeful you ate cuz if you are not, we all know why... you fucked up big time homeboy.
Remember how promising you were as a kid ? When mama used to have lots of hopes of how great you'll turn out you used to live for those moments ! You aced every damn subject growing up, heck! you were even not so bad in sports, [mind you I'm not saying you were good]
Then what happened! ? You decided to "grow up " which is synonymous to eating the forbidden fruit. YOU FUCKED UP man!. You started making friends of all sorts, some even some temporary you don't remember their names now. It gets worse, you signed up for Twitter . Talking of which, are you still active on it ? That shut was your greatest distraction yet your favourite thing to read. It came between you studying and writing more, you could have been the next Sidney Sheldon you know ? But no you wanted to be funny and tweet deep stuff . Well, to be fair, you were good at it or so they said..Also, you made some interesting friends and got laid one or two times ...Lol who are we kidding ? Please!.
You had chances to find love, but you were so hard on yourself, you had your walls built too high, pushed away so many potential wives, which leaves me to wonder who you are with now. I hope you didn't wife that chick everyone was sleeping with tho.
Anyway, I hope all that isn't who or what you turnt out to be my nigga and that you actually met your earlier mentioned dreams. I can't wait till we meet man so we can have laughs at our past self over wine, chocolates and some bitc...I mean ladies, oh grow up!.
See you soon Bro.
With love,
Me of today.
