A Letter From Your Adult Self to Your 13-Year-Old Self

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Hey, kid.


Yeah… you. The one who just saw your world collapse in front of your eyes. The one whose soulmate was taken from you when you were barely old enough to understand life at all. The one who learned that love doesn’t always keep people safe, that the world can be cruel, and that grief doesn’t care how young you are.


I see you. I see every piece of you. And I wish, more than anything, that I could have held you then and told you what I know now.

I Am So Sorry

I am sorry for what you went through.

I am sorry you had to witness something so violent, so unfair, so beyond comprehension.

I am sorry you had to feel powerless, scared, abandoned, and like the universe had it in for you.


None of it was your fault. None of it. You didn’t do anything wrong. You didn’t cause it. You were just a kid, and someone stole someone precious from you.


And yes, it fucking hurts. It’s okay to let yourself rage about it. To scream. To cry. To feel furious at the world for being this cruel. You have every right to be angry.


I Know You’re Afraid

I know you think the grief will crush you forever.

I know you’re scared you’ll forget him. That you’ll fail to honor his memory. That you’ll never survive this.


Kid… you will survive. It won’t be neat. It won’t be polite. It won’t feel fair. But you will make it through.


You will carry him with you in every heartbeat, every attachment, every love you give. And that is how he stays alive in this world: through you.

You Will Grow Stronger Than You Can Imagine


I know it feels impossible right now.

I know it feels like the world is broken and your chest is too fragile to hold all this pain.


But I promise you: you will grow. You will fight. You will rage. You will survive. You will laugh again. You will love again. And though some scars will never fade, they will become part of your strength. Part of your voice. Part of your fire.


That fire? That’s the part of you that refuses to let his memory die. That refuses to let the cruelty of the world define you. That refuses to let grief destroy your heart completely.

I Want You to Know This About Love


You think losing him means you’ll never love again. You think your heart can never feel safe.


But here’s the truth: it will hurt. It will ache. It will be jagged and raw for a long time.


And that’s okay.


Because when you love again, when you feel connection, when you open yourself up… it will be fiercer, wiser, and truer than anything you imagined at thirteen. That love will carry the memory of him, and it will honour the bond you lost.


Rage, Cry, and Keep Going

I want you to rage. Swear at the universe. Cry until you can’t see. Be furious at the unfairness of it all.


Do it.

Feel it.

Own it.


And then… keep going. Keep surviving. Keep existing. Keep living for him and for yourself. Keep carrying that love and that grief like the wild, unstoppable force it is.


You are braver than you realize. Stronger than you know. And even though the world took him from you, it cannot take away your fire. It cannot take away the way you love. It cannot take away your soul.

I Am Proud of You

Even when you don’t feel proud of yourself. Even when you think the grief has swallowed you whole. Even when you feel small and powerless… I am proud of you.


You survived the impossible.

You carried love through tragedy.

You made it through your thirteenth year alive. And that is not small. That is everything.


I love you. I see you. And I will never stop carrying you with me.


— Your Adult Self, Morgan


“The world can take people from you, but it can’t take the love they left inside you. That love is fire, and you carry it forever.” 🖤🔥

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