An old letter I found in a tin addressed to the "Correct Me"

"Dear Correct Me,

I'm writing to you because I can't stop thinking of you. I'm writing to you because I can't swallow it. I'm writing to you because I hate you for being the Correct one and because I love you for being the Correct one. 

If the theory of alternate realities is correct, then there is a version of me who was born Correct. 

I hope you appreciate her. I hope you know that some people never find someone like her. I bet you never had to worry about her seeing you at certain angles. 

I bet you could look her in the eye without thinking of the disgust she must be feeling when you catch your own reflection in her gaze. 

I don't wish that on you, but I don't wish that on 'my' Me either.

I hope you appreciate your children. I hope you're thankful that you had the opportunity. I will never take part in bringing a child into this world. I would hate myself if I put them through that.

I've begun to mourn them early. I've picked up a habit. I'll collect lullaby CDs and children's trinkets. "To prepare", I say. But really I fish them out of their hiding place when it's late at night and think about the children I will not meet. 

So I really do hope you appreciate them. I hope you are good at being a parent. Please be good at this one thing.

I hope you appreciate how proud your family is of you. I know they're proud of you, because everything they praise you for they discourage of me.

You don't feel guilt for just living naturally. Please appreciate them.

I hate that I came out wrong. I hate thinking about you and your life. 

Yet often, it's one of my few comforts. 

Please enjoy it for me. I need to know that somewhere out there I came out correct. Please appreciate them.

The Less Correct Me,

Ari "

NOTE: I wrote this on a January night while looking through my things. It's short and simple and not very good writing but thought I'd put it up somewhere anyway. And the 'She' was used in a neutral way, she could be anyone, I just thought it fit best at the time. Kind of embarrassing but here it is anyway, completely forgot about this until I found it today.