Dear 7 year old self: 

Sometimes I sit and stare blankly at something only my eyes can see,

Sometimes I like to lose myself in nostalgia, in the old me,

Sometimes I wonder if you would like who I am, 

A girl double in age but with the same core,

Did you think that I would be doing much more?

Sometimes I try to remember all the things I swore I would never do, the foods I swore I would never eat, the people I would never be friends with and check if it's still true,

Am I so different I can no longer identify as you?

People asking if I feel like myself gains a new meaning,

With your truth am I intervening?

Did I lose my shine and luster?

Am I no longer unique? 

Am I becoming more myself or just someone else week by week?

The remembrances don’t come consistently, 

They’re not a flowing river but rather a choppy sea, 

Sometimes a certain smell will remind me of you, 

But as less and less memories come,

I fear that they are becoming too new,

That doesn’t mean they aren’t nice,

just painted a different hue 

What was was purple is now red,

My feet hanging out the once long bed, 

So when I go to sleep tonight, 

It will be you that I am holding tight, 

When I whisper to you in my dreams,

They’ll call me crazy, 

But you in my mind I will keep, 

I miss you I say will a smile of my face, 

But your just a vision in a faraway place, 

I'll never forget you although your long gone, 

I'll think of you with every dawn, 

I'll remember you soon, my dear friend, 

Until then, WE have a life to attend!