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...

,telf yer(v tge eefrob lly'ou egst is sroew will uoy gte psiinhretn o)yak ti e,ebttr elwl but etts,ebr eht gnigo onroca busy. Nad uyo ltlis era itsll eocretacnnt a lesassc nlieon hgtn,i cnt'a. .
Nsgmiis nto eylarb ingavh ioenln ssecsl,a nitgh ithw am nonile a tirinhesnp the i ubt anniamgg.
Ayrell ni rgate oyb si cein hwit godo a arthe us ewv'e sloev owh enbe a ual!altyc ym olhneiastpri. Mreo het on slat in hasret eyra so bekrno. .
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Fro em adyto aesmtp kahnt tnietlg oyu eb argiend srwdo, ruyso erhe. .
Oyu howty,r olaly nltieitgen nad ewer etui,labuf. Uyo rae tills. It oyu rttebe egt at deyayrev. Aydyever niegalrn. Tbodu erven ttha.
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Oevl i uyo. .