I hope that the world is your friend.

That your friend is the world.

That the friends that the world hands you light a fire-

Mind, body and soul.

I hope that your Grandma makes your favorite meal on a Sunday afternoon.

That your dad checks up on you every once in a blue moon.

That you're still best friends with your brother.

That you don't have to talk about heartbreak with your mother.

But instead love, to the boy that you met when you weren't searching.

I hope he loves you deeply, smoothly, gently.

That vulnerability isn't a task but leisure.

That you choose yourself when the choice is given.

I hope that your best friend from high school tags you in old childhood photos.

That you laugh at the photos.

I hope that the ramen house on the corner of Main warms you when nights are cold.

That words flow out of you in the coffee shop you love to write in.

That the boy who broke your heart learns to love.

That you learn to accept love.

I hope that you discover new beginnings-

In this world and within yourself.

I hope that you smile, laugh, pray and love.

That life is full of art exhibitions and red wine.

I hope that you choose happiness,

Because you are happiness.