i met my younger self for chiya

 i met my younger self for a cup of chiya.

we've finally learned to embrace our body, she remarks.

we have, and we couldn't be happier, i admit.

do we find love?, she asks.

we find love in many avenues;

in movies, in books, in song lyrics, in music,

in watching a kitten being born, in sceneries,

in family and friends and so many stuff in between, i say.

but we haven't found romantic love...yet.

does it get better?, she wonders.

it does, we learn to cope with

heartbreaks and heartaches in a healthier way.

we don't get as afraid anymore while facing situations,

and we learn to let go of anxiety.

do we write that book? she asks curious.

not yet, i answer sheepishly,

some dreams are on hold,

but we'll get there together.

she looks at me shyly,

in her frizzy haired bespectacled glory,

i look back with joy,

frizzy haired and bespectacled,

happy to report 

we have grown into our own.