A letter from May 22nd, 2020

Dear FutureMe, Hi, Mariah, I hope you’re doing well. I also hope you’re still using this email, ahaha. I am writing this late at night at 1:59 a.m.May 22nd. Jonathan just walked in saying goodnight and you, as usual, pretended to be asleep. Today you’re supposed to go out with your friends. I hope this isn’t going to be a mistake. Hopefully I can wake up before it’s time. I feel a little guilty, because we were supposed to go to Mankato with Ma instead, but decided to join in on the parade. I don’t even know who I’m riding with or if I have to walk to the high school by myself. I’ll probably ask Alexia later. Honestly, I want to know if you’re doing okay. Loosing Nena this year hurts like hell and I hope we haven’t forgotten her. Since this is five years into the future though, do we have a Shiba or a Corgi yet?? Or are we still waiting? I really wanna know. What kind of names did you think of when naming them? We suck at picking names and we know it, oof. Is it too extreme to wonder if we have a kid yet? I mean, you’ll be 23 when you get this, 23 isn’t a bad age to become a parent. ****, are we even in the right headspace to become one? We’ve been ****** over so many times, how can we do this? Did we ever learn how to not be selfish and let love, well, love? Who are we with, if we’re with anyone? Are you letting them read this too? I’m sorry I’m asking so many questions, but you know you love getting asked about yourself. We are really selfish, but I’m working on it. I trust our future partner knows we are bisexual, if not, sorry I just outed you. Oh my god, what happened to Cookie? Is she still running around and parkouring? If she’s left to little doggy heaven I’m so sorry :( Oh my god, CHLOE! Is she... you know...? I hope not, she’s our baby girl. I’m taking Cookie the first chance I get, at least I hope I can. Oh, yeah, I’m also writing this during the Coronavirus pandemic. What ever happened to her? I’m writing this as if it was been eliminated which I hope it has been. This year was just whack. Senior year seemed like it was going perfect, but then this happened. Breaks my heart so much. I don’t know what else to write about, but there’s so many thoughts in my head. Like Emma and College. Are we still friends with her? I would love it if we kept in touch with her. It’s okay if we didn’t, I understand if not. Buy the time you get this it will have been exactly five years since our graduation and I hope you are thriving both mentally and physically. I love you and I hope you can hold on long enough to read this letter. Hey, write me back five years later too! I’ll be waiting for your response :)