myself at fifteen and twenty-two
sit down together in a half-imagined
coffee shop to compare notes.
she, my seven-years-ago self,
looks me up and down with curiosity,
quick insecurity-laden belligerence,
and speaks a challenge:
“you haven’t changed much.”
I say, warm and aching,
“oh, my love, believe me: I have.”
Maria Cargille wrote this story.
i love this. more, please!
Sure still seems the same, but yet still older and wiser. YES! And your 35-year-old self will have the same exact conversation with your 22-year-old self. And your 48-year-old self will…. Don’t you just LOVE life?!!!