What I'd Say
...to the sixteen-year-old me.
That’s easy. I’d say little or nothing. Besides, to my recollection he doesn’t much like being told what to do, and could never understand why all the older men he knows are grumpy and half-dead. He’d probably see me exactly the same way. And it frightens me that he might be right. I’m often irritable, defeated and bewildered, unsure what to do next, if anything at all. I guess I’d probably try to show him a smile, tell him a dirty joke and remind him failure, or even walking away, are possible options, but love will always be the only conclusion.
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