A letter from March 14th, 2020

Peaceful right?

Dear FutureMe, Hi! I hope you survived. I really do. Right now you're sick, panicking a bit about coronavirus, about the internship, about school and online classes. Everything. I hope you're better. By this time, your year, you should be on your internship or having classes. I dont even know. How's your heart? Been broken how many times? I hope none more. I'm sorry. For something. Or everything. And I hope you can read this. You're beautiful, worthy, loyal, inteligent. Never doubt that. I love you.

Epilogue

1 day later

Dear PastMe, Hi!
I survived. Thank you for your hope. I remember all...

Bysu seorw is teerbt, lliw ocnoar gongi it ewll f,lte tsetrb,e gtse ll'yuo revy( get ubt ouy erebof tge hnenistipr koya) hte. Nad oyu tisll sasselc enniol tslil t'anc ear gtni,h a arenctencot. .
A vianhg utb iwth l,asessc onlnei hngti ont ryabel i gsinims inlone ma amagginn ienrnhpsit het.
Loves laeryl us iwht gtare a a wv'ee ym odog enci woh si enbe oiitnareplhs in haret caytlual! yob. Arsthe yrae salt so eth orme on in bnorke. .
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Idnrage tenglti doyat mtpesa for dosw,r eb me kthan eehr ouy syrou. .
Rwee ouy tu,iulfaeb yalol adn etngileint tro,wyh. Lstli era uoy. Oyu ta ti ardyvyee get eetbtr. Rydeyeav rilngane. Ttha bdout enrev.
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Uyo lveo i. .