You, the one who has been me before.

You, whom I am not, but whom I shall be.

Do you remember where you came from?

The little kid, the quiet girl?

The big mess, train wreck, no hope teenager?

Do you remember them?

That's who I was.

That's who I am.

So do you remember me, oh praised goddess?

Are you the woman I dream of becoming?

Are you as beautiful as the little kid hoped?

Are you brilliant as the quiet girl longed to be?

Are you everything this teenager

with the sickly heart and the spoiling mind

dreams to become when she's finally free?

Are you happy?

Have you finally joined the God of her world?

Is he part of your world again?

Have you pursued her aspirations?

Do you wield a pen, or still a sword?

Tell me, have you conquered yourself?

Have you cleaned up the mess?

Have you repaired the train?

Mended your heart?

Refreshed your mind?

Are you everything they wanted to be?

Everything I want to be?

You are my future, no matter what.

So please keep me in mind.

Just in case there's more to pursue.