I loved to sleep with the window open. Rainy nights were the best of all: I would open the window and put my head on the pillow and close my eyes and feel the wind on my face and listen to the trees sway and creak.
My love, you are so much more than a shamelessly dull burning light, flickering in the midst of a dusty room. You are stars that twinkle endlessly in the youthful hours of morning in the dark sky. You are so much more than another empty shell occupying this lonesome earth. You are the definition of majestic and charming. Your heart is made of bright yellow sunflowers and your mind, a vast domain full of powerful words that are too worthy for just anyone. You are so beautiful yet so unaware that you could effortlessly paint a twinkling smile on the loneliest of souls, and introduce a laugh on the most heartbroken lips. In short, the universe needs more exquisite people like you.
For what it's worth: It's never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you're proud of, and if you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start over.