Dear Ideal Me,
You can dance en pointe. And ride horses. And live in seven places at once (England, the South, Grosse Pointe, Italy, in a coastal town, in the mountains, and in a high-rise apartment). You will marry the man of your dreams, who treats you like a lady and has old-fashioned ideals and manners. You'll have kids, and a dog that is your trusted confident. Your house will be spotless, and everything will be in order. You'll volunteer and help those people less fortunate than yourself. You will bake for all occasions: weddings, birthdays, bake sales, sickness.
Those are material dreams. They may not come true. And it's quite alright if they don't. More importantly, you'll think before you say anything, and consider how your words will come out before they are blurted. You'll put your friends and family before yourself, and make sure to stay in touch with people you care about. You'll tell the people you love that you love them, and you'll also love yourself. There will be bad times, I'm sure. But you'll make it through. I promise.
There are a lot of things I want to be, but most of all, I just want to be me. Please stay true to yourself (myself).
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