Dear you,  Have you been there yet? Have you been to your fucking gorgeous, beautiful, powerful, self-admiring and loving  world that you never stop dreaming? And I am sure you were there, you have been there, you are there, and you will be there soon.  When I see your face, I don’t know why I have memorized the first time I met you. Was I such an idiot? You are growing up now, but not yet. I memorize every time I have sent you any documents that I think were useful for you.  I received nothing except the reluctant appreciation.  You said that was the garbage, it was useless papers…