i met my 15 year old self for coffee today. 

she was 15 minutes early, and so was i. 

she wore a tshirt and shorts because it was comfortable. i wore the same. 

she ordered a frappe, and i ordered an iced matcha latte. 

she told me she's having the best school days of her life, and i told her to treasure them as much as she can, because studies get tougher. 

she told me she loves hanging out with her friends, i told her i love doing so too, but it's with different groups of friends now. i shared my struggles with friendships over the years and told her that she'd grow to hold friendships that matter close to her heart. 

she told me she wanted to see the world, i told her i've had so many opportunities to do so - from tasmania to new zealand, and europe to the rest of asia. i even lived alone in korea once for 4 months for exchange. she gasped in awe. 

she told me her mum wouldn't let her buy concert tickets to see her favourite band, i told her i use my adult money to go to concerts and have some of the best times of my life amidst the stress from work. i've seen one direction, 5sos, taylor swift, simple plan, seventeen and more. "i'm so jealous," she said.  

she told me she didn't know what she wants to do in life, i told her i didn't know too, but i ended up studying communications in one of the best comms schools in asia, and currently working in this field while still trying to figure life out.  

she told me she hates being compared to her twin, i told her she didn't have to, and that she can live her own life because they're so different. 

"isn't it tough?" she asked. it is, i said, things will not always go easy in this age of social media. but i told her i'm taking it one day at a time, getting all the love and support from my boyfriend. 

before we parted ways, she reached for the bill. i told her that this one's on me. 

she left to meet her friends, and i headed home to continue reading my book. 

i hope i get to meet her for coffee again.