You Are 18….

On day, you are 18 and the boy you fell for in high school breaks your heart. One day, you are 18 and you try to cut yourself for you think you have lost everything. One day, you are 18 and you smoke weed to it’s fullest.
One day, you are 25 and the boy who broke your heart has been long gone and his name is just another name among the bunch of “lovers that went wrong”. Among the “Should’ve beens” and “Would’ve beens”.
So there it is. Be 18, wear your heart on your sleeve. Give your number to a stranger on a train who sparked a conversation with you about the weather. Wear your heart on your sleeve. Love defiantly. Forget what heartbreaks feel like, just remember how you wrote good poetry with mascara infused tears leaving track-marks along your cheekbones. Let boys look at you, you are a girl of beauty after all. Wear a new shade of lipstick that begs the attention. Run in the morning, understand you are free. A ship is safe in a harbor, but that’s not what ships are meant for girl. Chin up princess lest the crown would fall. Love yourself, to an extent that you forget what hatred feels like. Speak your heart out rather cry your heart out about everything you feel and never said before. Forget about being judged, just say it, say it with all the courage you will ever have in you darling. Wear your heart on your sleeve. And by all means, be 18.
ONE DAY YOU’LL BE 25 AND MISS THE PETTY HEARTBREAKS OF BEING 18.

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