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...

Gte tbu tinirsepnh oewsr gte het rvy(e lwle y'lluo ,etrsbte is ,letf ti ,breett oacorn beofre tges oyu yubs oingg )yako lliw. Lltsi ncat' scslesa ear dan igtn,h tncerteoanc a nnleio itsll oyu. .
Whit a ngimiss arbyel lionne am ton i a,lsssce eth nneirspthi agagminn elnion hntig ubt ahvnig.
Alyelr tgear is a solve eev'w threa taauycll! a oyb nebe enpoasrlithi hiwt ogod who einc us ym in. Aery on lats eorm ni roekbn sertha os the. .
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Dytoa edangir eher for suyor inetltg knhta me ,orsdw spamte ouy eb. .
Ylaol t,owrhy dan reew gnnitetlie uoy fuieulb,at. Tilsl uoy are. Btrtee tge at uyo eadyyrve it. Vyryadee lgrnnaie. Tudbo rneev taht.
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I leov oyu. .