A letter from May 11th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, My birthday is in nine days, and I’ll spend it alone, away from my friends. I’ll try to make a zoom call with them tho. Anyway, it’s very bad that I haven’t seen anyone but my parents for almost two months now. I’m not sure how you, my future self, will be on the future. I hope that at a university, or at least trying to get in on a good one. Hopefully you’ll be speaking four languages by then, and have a wider horizon. I don’t know. I just hope that you’re happy. The point of this is: today is your high school boyfriend’s birthday. He will be nineteen, I guess. We are still dating by the time that I write this, and I’m actually in love. He is amazing, and he listens to me, and he is just so cute... and smart... I wish I knew this would last for ever, but I know that it won’t, since I’ll be moving to another city in a couple years and it’s not fair to be in a relationship this way.