Dear Self,

I used to wish you were someone else.

But now, Ours is a forever find of love.

Dear Self

Written by Tongwa Akanji Aka

FADE IN:

INT. EMPTY ROOM – NIGHT

The room is dark with carpet flooring. There’s a small open window through which the moonlight comes into the room. 

      GIRL, Black student, mid 20s, thick afro, wearing a high-waisted, wide legged jeans, a T-shirt tucked in, and chunky high-heeled sandals. 

Girl is lying on a couch, legs crossed, hands interlaced under her head, eyes closed.

Girl opens her eyes and looks into camera

GIRL:

Dear Self.

Girl pauses for a few beats, sits up abruptly and walks towards the window. The moonlight directly on her face. Her legs crisscrossed.

Girl looking out through the window.

GIRL (CONT’D):

I used to wish you were someone else.

Girl looks into camera.

GIRL (CONT’D:)  

But now, Ours is a forever kind of love.

Girl smiles then stands up and walks back to the couch. Still smiling, she looks into the camera and closes her eyes.

FADE OUT.