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✫Love Letter to Mōnalisã • Örla • Miss Forrest Gump✫

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Hola, Mōnalisã — Olâ, Örla — Halō, Miss Forrest Gump You’re 22 today. 11 years, one-&-a-half months ago — 25 th Oct 2011, Marina Keegan turned 22.  She wrote a beautiful letter —The Opposite of Loneliness— during her final days at Yale & weeks before she was about to step into the real world of jobs & bills, a.k.a the World of Wolves. Marina never stepped into the World of Wolves. She never turned 23.  Marina died in a car crash 5 days after she graduated.  World will never know what she would’ve become. In her last letter, she’s grateful, she’s scared, she’s starry-eyed, she writes about never-ever losing that sense of infinite possibilities. Marina is spot-on about everything, but one — “ the best years of our lives are not behind us .” At 22, I was also like Marina. I ate cotton candy for breakfast & dined on fairy tales. But we can keep waiting for 77 virgins in heaven or Santa Klaus to place gifts under our bed on Christmas Eve, or we can accept th...