To the 15-year-old me:
I know that every morning you can’t wait to get out of the house.
I know that every evening you walk as slowly as you can while listening to heavy metal on your way home.
You want to spend as little time as you can to be in that house. Because your parents fight day in, day out.
I know you say to yourself “I can’t wait to leave this place for good. I don’t want to be around either of them.”
You want to escape.
But believe me, what you have is really not that bad.
School is easy. You feel friends are closer to you than family is.
It’s like everything outside of that house is just 100 percent better.
It’s like that house is hell.
Just because your parents fight over everything.
They are either loud or ice-cold or sarcastic to each other.
And to you too.
I know you hate being stuck in between them.
I know you don’t want to choose sides.
But you don’t know what’s going to happen in the next 15 years, my friend.
You don’t know that your parents are going to repair their relationship from then on. They will still have ups and downs, but they never will go on that long with their “war”.
So you don’t have to think about running away anymore.
You don’t know that you will move half of the globe away from them.
You will get what you have always wanted — to escape their control, almost completely.
But you don’t know that you will miss this time so much — when you are 15, being in high school.
When you can spend every moment doing the things you love. (Reading, writing, and well, learning too)
When you have the closest friends that you feel like you want to be with forever.
When you can find either an apple or an orange, or a small carton of yogurt every afternoon in your school bag — your mother doesn’t want you to get hungry before you come home.
When you can have dinner with both of your parents every night.
When you still have both of your parents alive.
It’s really not that bad.
What you have right now, I mean.
Life does slowly move in the direction that you’ve always wanted.
Something goes better. Some other things will go terribly wrong.
No matter how much you want to escape from your parents now, how disappointed you are of them when they say those hurtful things to each other, I want you to know this:
In the future, they will find their way back together.
And they will stick together, persistently, until the day death parts them.
No matter how anyone defines love, this is love.
They love each other. And they will not stop loving you.
So take off that pair of earphones. I know the loud music has been hurting your ears lately. It’s giving you a headache now.
Just go home.
And go to the kitchen, to give mom a hug.
You do it far less than you should.
So go, hug her.
And hug her one more time if you can, for me.
It’s the thing I want the most in the world but I will never have again.
From the 30-year-old you