A letter from May 12th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, 😄🇱🇧🦋 ^ maybe you’ll know what that means because it was the first thing I typed. Hey man. I’m not really sure what to say to you. I’m not exactly sure where I see you in life. I know you’re happy though. I know you’re living a life that you finally want, and you’re giving yourself things you need. The pain that I feel right now, this heartbreak. I know you’re not going to be this distraught. I hope you have that love we so dream for. I hope we’re moved into that apartment with those windows and have plants everywhere and the vibe is just warm, and comforting, and safe. You’re safe. I’m learning how to be whole right now, and it’s definitely one of the hardest things my 20 year old body has been through. My mind is expanding. My soul is awakening. So I know you’ll be okay. I’ll be okay. And a year ago I probably couldn’t have been able to write this letter to you because a year ago I didn’t think you’d exist. But now laying in bed on May 11, 2020 I know we will still be here in the next five years. Because were meant to be here for something. And I hope you find it. I hope you find that purpose and we’re helping people. And we’re helping ourselves. And we’re giving people back their hope. I love you, you’re a great man. Believe it. Everyone can see that. I see it. You’re my hero. You’re everything I needed, you made it and you better look in the mirror and appreciate it and be grateful. You deserved all the success you earned. You ******* earned it man. You did that. You opened yourself up, you took chances. You faced your fear. And look at this outcome. It’s beautiful. I’m always rooting for you! 💛