Brie Larson for The Hollywood Reporter 2016.
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To my future love,
I hope you’re not waiting for me to complete you.
I hope you go to the movies with yourself, cook yourself dinner, and buy yourself flowers.
I hope you don’t get lonely at night when the bed feels far too big and the pillow next to you is empty.
I hope you make silly faces at children and smile at strangers instead of looking at the ground.
I hope you show yourself patience and affection instead of seeking those things from others.
I hope you dance around your kitchen and get so lost in your joy that you burn the food.
I hope you learn to forgive yourself for your flaws and past mistakes.
I hope you love yourself, darling.
And I hope you know I can’t wait to love you ten times more than you possibly could.
Z.M, Letter #5 to you, wherever you are.
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