Moments to Our Younger Selves

To My Younger Self.

Perhaps I believed in fairytales.

Perhaps I once believed that some day, I would find a better half.

A broken soul, just like us.

Someone who would understand what we have been through.

Someone who perhaps was tormented in some way, shape or form, a distant memory for ourselves.

But, that's all they are.

Fairytales.

To my younger self, the innocent youth I thought I might once have, I am sorry.

Maybe I was forced to drop my childhood too quickly, in the hopes of helping my mother in her time of need, raising two children for most of our lives.

Maybe I had better hopes, higher dreams, bigger expectations.

Maybe I had believed too much in tales of which were older than I am now.

Tales I wish I had not been blindsided with, darker undertones I overlooked.

I have given, too quickly, too many times, to too many people.

Perhaps I was under this spell, one of which I was raised to believe would be in fact my happy ending.

I forgive too easily.
I forget too quickly.
I overlook the red flags with rose colored glasses, constantly reminding myself "it could be worse".
But maybe it's just that.

I believed.

I was too caught up to understand what exactly I was taking on.

I failed you.

I failed us.