A letter from February 2nd, 2020

Dear FutureMe, I’m in a tough spot right now. I think you’ll remember. I wonder if I’ll live to see 5 more years. The return of Christ is soon. I pray you never lose sight of Gods light, and that this is a call and reminder to draw closer to him. Anyways, have you made it into NYU yet? Was I even remotely close to my estimations? I really, really hope everything turns out alright. I cannot believe I’m 21 when I open this. I hope you’ve treated your mom well and family. I wonder if you still play trumpet. I hope I was overreacting about my academics and that everything really did workout for the better. I hope I’ve gotten a chance to live with dad by then, and that our parents marriage triumphed. Tell mom you love her, and Stephanie too, and dad. I wonder if this’ll feel like a dream once you read over it. I hope I don’t remember what’s in this letter so that it’ll keep its element of surprise. Right now I have hopes and aspirations, and as much as I want them to be true, don’t be hard on yourself if they weren’t all completed. Remember, I’m 15 and I don’t really now the level of difficulty in this life, I only have hints, so forgive me if I have overwhelmed you. Please focus on College. Have you kept your promise on avoiding relationships till you get your degree? Kinda not expecting you to. If things are hard, write another letter, maybe then you’ll be alright. Love you. We’ve made it this far. We’ve gotta keep pushing.