A letter from Nov 08, 2025

Dear FutureMe, Hi, the cosmos told me that I, you, I mean we'd be unrecognizable. Time has stopped for us, year has past. Will this one year really be the change we needed? The past me and the present me, will they finally got to meet their idol? Will you atleast look like a little bit of the girl that we dreamed of? Most importantly i hope you're well. Physically. I hope you're not as sad or as numb as you have been. I hope you're working, doing something you love. If you're not it is still ok. You're just 21. We have time. I hope when you look in the mirror you feel satisfied. I hope you hope. I hope there's things in front of you. Opportunities. I love you, maybe. I will. I promise. Yours truly, Old me