A letter from July 12th, 2020

Dear Sonder, So, it is 10:35 on a Sunday morning. July 12th, to be exact. We're in the middle of a global pandemic, the rest of the world is slowly recovering, but the US? Well, in true American fashion, we're setting some not so good records. Our cases are soaring, and I'm pretty worried about the state of our country and how that will impact my future. I desperately need the job that I currently have, since top surgery isn't cheap and I've gotta yeet these **** as soon as possible. I'll be sending this five years into the future, so please, please tell me that you've gotten them chopped off by now. I'd like to go swimming completely topless in the St.Mary's River at least once before I graduate. Please make sure that happens. I've been courting a handsome young man from Ohio for about five months now (five months on Tuesday, actually!). Have you married him yet? He always said that he wanted to wait five years before getting married. Well, buckaroo, it's five years at the time that you're reading this. Put a ring on that finger. Please don't let him go without a good reason-he's good for you and you're good for him. Especially after our last ex. I hope that, whatever **** we've gone through in the five years, we make it through it. Don't **** this one up, man. Don't shatter his heart. Are you still working at VMC? I've got a love-hate relationship with that job. As much as the kids annoy the **** out of me, I really hope that it doesn't go under because of this pandemic. C and I have become really good bros. He drives me to and from work everyday, and people are starting to ask us if we're brothers. We've started saying yes. He brings me gummy bears and the occasional microwave taquito while I'm on my dismissal post. I nearly cried the last time he did that. C is a pretty great guy. Hold on to him, hold on to that friendship. I'm nursing the loss of my best friend from high school, over a stupid fight we had about their top surgery. I haven't really had the time to process it yet, my days have been hella busy. Perhaps it's not that I'm busy, I've just been procrastinating on processing it because it hurts. It hurts that I've ****** it all up. The friendship is over. I knew it the moment I sent them that cat TikTok after the fight and they didn't even open the text. Thing is, though, we're in the same friend group so things will be awkward when everyone comes home to the 'Ville this winter. Maybe I'll just skip the reunion and take the train to Ohio instead. Save us both some awkwardness. I would like to look them in the eye and tell them how sorry I am, though. Tell them that I wish I had been a better friend. Tell them that I am genuinely, truly, wholeheartedly sorry that I hurt them. I don't know, I'll cross that bridge when I get there. Maybe I won't go up to Ohio this winter after all. We shall see. To end on a happier note, my guy in Ohio is finally getting that Bond Touch bracelet I sent him today! It got lost in the mail somehow, and should've been there about a week ago. There's something about the midwest USPS system that's horribly *****. Anyways, it'll be nice to finally feel his touch, even if we're 453 miles away. My archery is steadily improving, and hopefully someday I'll find myself an actual coach instead of teaching myself with my instructor certification handbook. Wouldn't it be great to go to the Olympics someday? Maybe by then HEMA will also be an Olympic sport, and I can compete in two sports, longsword and archery. N calls me his knight, and I'm starting to see why. One last reminder-Marry. Him. Yours, Sonder