i met my younger self for coffee.
she was twenty minutes early, and me only five.
she didn’t recognize me when i walked up to her, shocked to see that we had finally lost the weight we always dreamed of.
we both ordered a danish—hers, cheese and mine, raspberry—but no coffee. we both snickered, knowing that some things never change.
she asked me how medical school was going, and i couldn’t help but laugh. i told her we never made it to medical school. she looked concerned and relieved at the same time.
i told her we decided to live instead of aimlessly trying to become something we never truly wanted. i told her about how we fell in love with the outdoors, traveling anywhere and everywhere, and how we started writing again.
she looked at me as if she were about to cry and said, “so, we’re okay?”
i smiled and replied, “yes, we’re finally healing.”