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July letter challenge. Day 1

So a fan ( nah more like an avid reader) of my blog said he was disspaointed that I stopped the letter challenge. We therefore came to an agreement that I would try my hand at it except He would give me a few letters to write to replace the ones I had already written. So can we call this the July letter challenge?
Yall can thank @AtangManyeaula for this one.

A letter to 12 year old TJ

Dear Tshepo, 
No one but your mom calls you TJ now but by next year even your childhood friends will and after six or so years you will wish people remembered Tshepo. But they won't. You will become TJ. You will love her. She will be your favourite thing about Tshepo and you will be proud. You will still wish she was Tshepo. 

Next year you will be thirteen. It seems inconceivable now but I promise you it isn't as difficult as it looks. I know you feel awkward. No one says you're cute except your family. All the boys think you're one of the boys but do not bother yourself. They are not the ones for you. 

You will meet the one. He will have long hair in a pony tail and muscles that bulge in his shirt. He will be loud and you will sneak glances at him in french class. One day he will pull your chair and say " you are my wife. we're going to prom together." and six years from then you will laugh at how terrible his french is while you lay in his arms. 

You will be scared, you will wonder how you fell in love with a bad boy but he will take away that fear and make you understand that everything you ever did is perfect. You will never believe that you are beautiful until the first time he says it. But he will break your heart more than once and you will shatter his more than twice. But somehow, somewhere you will find a way back to each other. And in all those empty spaces I should tell you, he told me he misses you when you're gone. 

Darling you'll come out of your shell. They will still say " Tshepo talks so much." But you will not mind. You will be feisty and fiery eyed. You my darling are perfect. Never stop trying so hard. But you should know I cry a lot more than you used to and no one thinks I am weak. Also wait a little longer to get that second piercing I don't like it so much now...

 sincerely, 

20 year old Tshepo 

Oh P.S When his mom calls on prom day to ask what color shirt you want him to wear do not worry so much. She has your back.


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