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i know someone who knows the answer to this question pangisister

mango or peach fuze tea?

To you, who thinks they can't make it, who feels like giving up — Don't. You have so much to look forward to in life. You still have to experience the day you can say, 'I made it'. The day you achieve something that looks impossible right now. I promise you, work hard and believe in yourself, and that day will come. You have to live for that day, even if you can’t believe in it just yet. You have to envision it and fight your way to that day. You are a warrior. Keep going. You still have to experience waking up on a Sunday and rolling over to see the love of your life snoring like an idiot, and I hope it fills your heart with overwhelming love. I hope that person knows you. And I mean really knows you. Knows your flaws, your scars, inside and out, and loves you regardless. But mostly, I hope you find it in you to love them back. Darling, sometimes you have to let your walls down. You still have to experience all the joys that life will bring you. You still have to make it to that day where you'll be old and reminiscing on your life, and you'll realise you made it. You'll forget about all the bad stuff that happened because the good was just so much more overpowering. You will remember the first kiss, the first words, the graduation, the scent of your childhood home. Not the high school drama or that one time you failed a test. So please, cherish the good times and don't focus on the hard ones. When you're older and looking back on all of the incredible things you were able to experience, you will be glad you never gave up. You will be glad you kept fighting.

What if ten years from now, I run into you in a cafe? My heart races and my palms sweat, I am overwhelmed by everything I wanted to say to you, the words never make it to my tongue. Your hair is longer than you’ve ever worn it before and you’re vegan now. But you still drink your coffee in gulps of three and you still bite your lip when you’re deep in thought and your eyes still narrow down to slits when you smile. What if ten years from now, I run into you in a cafe? I tell you that I have a drawer full of postcards I wrote to you from every place I went to, and that I’ve saved ticket stubs from all our metro rides, and that everyday for the last 10 years, I’ve been sighing over my morning brew because the coffee never makes me feel as heady as the taste of your cappuccino stained lips from that last breakfast before we said goodbye. What if ten years from now, I run into you in a cafe? You say that you still dream of me sometimes, that happiness is simply a kind of decision and that no complication we’d ever come across compares to that of not being with each other. What if ten years from now, I run into you in a cafe? This time, would I ask you to stay? And if I do, would you?