FutureMe dot O R G

Dear FutureMe, Right now I am sitting in creative writing class (or I was yesterday when I wrote this but I am sitting at my desk as I type this) at McCallum, my junior year of high school. Whenever you get this I'm sure you will think, "Wow, it's been such a long time since I was in high school!" Well, I don't know if you will think that, but I know I think that about being just a freshman two years ago. I have a purple heart with a red outline drawn on my hand by Madilyn. Do you still talk to her? I'm hoping for this letter that it will make you think of people from your past that you wouldn't otherwise think of. Or, I hope that you will prove me wrong and think, "Yes, ha! I just had coffee with her last week!" Well the main reason I am writing this (besides the fact that it's "required" by this class) is to see what you have made of yourself. So many people think so highly of you (or me at least, now) although I don't see what all the hype is about. I hope, yet again, that you have proved me wrong. I hope you have gone to amazing places. Like if Madame offers us the trip to france, I hope you take it. If not, I hope you at least studied abroad. That sounds like SO much fun! It's definitely one of my goals. So where you have you gone to university? I'm hoping for some where fun like California or New York City. but maybe you went to a little school on a mountain in Colorado where it snows all the time. Or maybe you decided to stay in Texas, go to UT or TX State. Whatever, I'm not judging as long as you got an education. Hopefully you have met the boy, or rather, man, of your dreams somewhere in Slapstick, New Mexico on a random summer road trip with two of your high school best friends (who happen to be Holly and Jantzen. I hope you haven't forgotten them, but I doubt it, they're hard to forget) that you just fell completely in love with - although the distance has been hard on your relationship. I would be happy if it turned out just like Taylor Swift's Mine. Is she still around? She's a singer by the way. Sorry, I'm a hopeless romantic. Or maybe that boy is someone who has always been there but you've never really seen before (like Taylor Swift's You Belong With Me haha). Hopefully it's not the boy that I don't want it to be (I hope also that when you read this you will not know which boy I am referring to). Or maybe you have decided to turn lesbian and marry Megan Fox after catching her on the rebound after her extremely difficult divorce. Or maybe, you're still looking, hoping one day the cute canadian boy from Chat Roulette will come to wherever you are and sweep you off your feet. And maybe he will. Honestly, I don't care, as long as you're happy. I just wanted to make sure that you have done something with your life. Helped someone in anyway. Even if it's as little as becoming an English teacher and doing the best you can with kids like me (now), or if it's by becoming the new Steinbeck and publishing a classic that won the Nobel Prize and is used as teaching material to teach kids like me (now). And even if you haven't done anything yet, there's still time. Lots and lots of time. Please remember that. I am extremely proud of you, and all I want is to be able to be proud of myself (and you're probably the same way). And you, my dear, have succeeded! So read this, don't dwell on the past, perhaps reconnect with some of the people that this letter made you think of. Go teach (please!), and dance! And travel! Also, don't let ANYONE EVER make you feel like you don't deserve what you want. (That's from Boy Meets World. Go buy it on DVD if you don't own it already.) I love you! Yours forever P.S. How's Della doing? Did she and Rachel get her bakery and I go there all the time to work on the novel I hope to publish? Or are we at least pursuing that dream? I hope you are, because I really want you to know that dreams do come true. Make yours. P.P.S. Do you still write? I doubt the answer is no but if it is, remember, it once made you so happy. P.P.P.S. Your father, he's watching over you, waiting to help you. I can feel him. He loves you. Don't forget that.