Letter'd!

Dear Taylor,

I just went through some of your old posts at random. In hindsight, it's a little surprising you were so personal in your posts. Is it any surprise that people have reacted to it in ways you didn't expect? Real emotion shouldn't be put in such a public place, right? Right?

Wrong. Taylor, as the you of the future, I can honestly say that your writings of the last few years haven't always been sensible or accurate, but dang it you meant them. The words used to describe a moment in your life don't make up the whole of your life, and thank goodness, too. Half of the stuff from the past doesn't really resonate with me anymore. It doesn't feel like something I would write now, and I'm positive that in a time to come I will stumble on this little letter and think of the me writing it and say something to the effect of "dude, I remember when I was you, emphasis on the past tense". That's okay. You of the past, I'm letting you know that you did nothing wrong in saying how you felt, and I am doing nothing wrong still in saying how I feel. Emotions are the great glue of the universe. Without them, no relationship would ever mean anything to anyone. In fact, no relationship would ever exist. Our emotions define us and how we interact with other people. Don't be ashamed to have felt, Taylor of the past. Your anger and frustration at some of the events in your life *coughcoughWOMENSUCKcough* have been felt by others about you, and you know, that's okay too. There are some people out there who don't like you or me. People who take offense to emotional outbursts directed at other people. Here's the thing - it really doesn't matter what I think about anyone else and it really really doesn't matter what they think about you or me. I hereby absolve you of any guilt you may feel for things you have said, and I do so with the understanding that the world continues to spin in its ever-so-lovely fashion. Tomorrow morning, someone will forget they ever knew you, and you will forget you ever knew them. A year down the road, someone will say a name to me and I will laugh at the situation. Five years down the road, I might still want to avoid certain people and topics. None of these make you or me a bad person. They make us imperfect. Please note the difference.

Taylor, thank you for working on your goals and making it possible for me to work on mine. Even Taylor of 3 months ago doesn't exist anymore. His anger is dying and room is being made for positive things. I know this because I'm the one doing it. Because of you. Way to be. I'll keep up what you started, namely saying what I really feel as best I can. I'll continue to change for the best to the best of my ability. I hope that the me typing this dies and makes room for a better me quickly, and I hope that continual growth continues. Continually.

I knew your heart, my friend. It was passionate and powerful. I wish you could see my heart because it's so much better. I look forward to seeing the one I have in a year, and so on and so forth. I love you, Taylor of the past, and that's okay.

Love,
Taylor of the now

PS - a window well? really? smooth...