I shared my love for the quote/phrase: “one day you will learn to give and receive love like an open window and it will feel like summer every day” here and what those words mean to me. I recently found a letter called “Reassurance to Sierra in High School” and started crying – randomly. I’m sappy and a bit strange like that, but felt like her words were so honest and brave. High school isn’t an easy time in life, but I thought this letter of reassurance could apply to all of us at various ages and stages in life. I also appreciate her ending to the letter: one day it will all make sense. There are some things we have zero clue about and the “why?” question is constantly looming. Trust that one day – not today, but one day – it will all make perfect sense.
Don’t worry. The acne will go away, sort of.
You will stop fighting with your sisters. This will be
because of two things: your inability
to steal their clothing and the realization
that they are older, cooler versions of you. Your bully
will end up shaving her head and going to jail
or she will become a lawyer and have a nice car
and six babies. You will have no idea. You will forget
what she looks like, remember her the way
one remembers a splinter. You will stop
loving sharp things. You will learn how to make
your bed without being forced or threatened.
You will break up with your high school
sweetheart. I know this is a surprise
but trust me. It is the right thing.
Yes, he loves you but it is a smothering love,
the way a dog nurses an open wound, all bared teeth
and tongues. When you leave him,
it will not feel like crushing a light bulb
in your hand — more like slowly, so slowly
removing glass from inside your palm.
For years after him, you will let your heart
hang open like a soup kitchen. This is not
a bad thing, more a lesson in proportions.
After graduation, you will change a hundred
times over, like a revolving door, a waterfall.
One day, you will learn how to give
and receive love like an open window
and it will feel like summer every day.
One day, everything will make sense.
– Sierra DeMulder