A letter from May 27th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, Did we do it? Did we make it happen? Currently, I'm 16. Just turned 16. The date is actually May 26th, wrapping up our 10th grade year. Crazy right.. Just a second ago we were sneaking out daily, looking up at the starts, on our roof, or even just simply listening to music with our eyes closed contemplating about life. Where we're headed. I remember we would cry daily, thinking we're doing it wrong. I'm currently in boxing and I know it's not a question that you're still in it. Honestly, nothings gonna hold us, me back. So I'm not worried, but I hope no matter the challenge and the failures, you, we manage to get back up and fight harder. I wonder which college we attended. Who we're still with. Alyza of course. But all bs aside, do you think we made it bro? Are you happy where you're headed. If you answered with anything but no. Well there's no excuse for that. Make change. You're a fighter and a lover, best of both words. Don't let failure get to you. We're better than that. Anyways, I'm sure Levi and my mom and dad, let's not forget ramennoodles is fine. I know you miss our doggies. Max, Nala, Chub Chubs (Fiona) and Bonita. It's okay though, they're happy in doggly land. But I love you, keep fighting bro. Everythings going to fall into place. And if you forgot, the best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago, the second best time? Now. Don't wait for a sign. This is the sign. You're doing good. I love you.