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Dear Matthew,

I love you no matter what you have become or are becoming. I fell in love with you when you were different from now, and I don't believe a person can truly change.

Yes, their morals can be revisited and their idea can be transformed, but their personality won't budge an inch. Deep, deep within you is the naked hatchling of a person you will always be, even if you neglect it. Even though when you shame it and create wounds upon its soft flesh, it will still be there, willing to call you home and love you beyond anything you can ever imagine. That personality will forever remain and there isn't a blade sharp enough to behead it. There isn't a power strong enough to overcome it, save for death, of course, but death will overcome all that dares to live and breathe.

I know I'm a teenager and that spewing this nonsense is meaningless, but it's what I believe in and just because of my age I shouldn't call it stupid or begging for attention or anything of that likeliness.

And so I ask you this: what do you believe in, Matthew? Tell me this, because even though I have felt you in the most intimate ways, I still don't know what you believe in.

Yours dearly,

Katrina