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A letter from November 12th, 2019
A few days ago that girl you used to play boyfriends with responded to your many random messages. You already know her name. As of today, you two are talking with no intention of restarting a possible love story. I honestly don't know how to feel about it. It's strange, at the moment of writing this I've known her for about 6 years? Maybe 7. Albeit we used to play pretend, we never really started anything; not in the physical sense anyway. I thought I might have feelings for her, but it's hard to tell. Our memories are from a game in which we role played a relationship for a while. Was it real? Was it a real relationship? I like her that's undeniable, but how?
The reason I'm writing this to you is so that maybe in the future you will have the answer to such questions. That'll make us feel a little better I reckon.
Oh yes, today you're living with your family but you're planning on moving out. It was the first deposit you ever did with this goal in mind so it was a huge first step. Hopefully you're reading this from your own place. I dare not try and guess if you'll be by yourself. That's it. Hope you're good, man. Remember to keep your eyes fixed on the sun. I love you man, please don't forget that.
Sent almost 1 year to the future from November 12th, 2019 to November 12th, 2020