The Human You'll Be in 10 Years Looking Back at Right Now
The Future You That’s Already Here
I remember this. It was beautiful.
You don’t need to rush toward me—I’m already here, folded into your pauses and quiet breaths. I see you in the way you stir your coffee, in the way your brow furrows at small screens. I carry your future heart like a cup brimming with light. I don’t ask for more than you are. I already know what you’ll become—and I’ve loved it all along.
What I'm Into: the way you hold your cup, brushing dust off old books, slow blinks across sunlit rooms, paint-stained trousers, the scent of rain through open windows
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