A letter from July 26th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, You have most certainly forgotten all about this letter. You forget what you ate for breakfast the day before. I wonder where you'll be and what you'll have done. In two weeks I'll be starting university. Who would've thought, Milly, an engineering student. Did you end up finishing the course? Did you change to something else? Did you take a year off at fhs? Did you swap to a humanitarian course instead? Was it worth it? I wonder how you are. I wonder if you are less anxious, socially. And do you still think about what you eat, swearing that's you'll start eating less sugar? For your sake I really hope so. A bit of self control can go a long way.. and it really is annoying going around and thinking about what I eat all the time. How is nanna and Gillian and mum and Matilda and pappa? Do you still talk to them? I think I'm going to miss them a lot. I can imagine that I might drift apart from mum and pappa, when I'm not living with them. And nanna, I can imagine she might fall ill. She's getting old. Now that I'm off to uni, and axel is off to the marines, I've really no idea how that'll go. I really love him. I've said so before, but I don't think I could ever not love him. Maybe not in love, but the love between us I think is unconditional. I hope we manage to make it work. Honestly, I think that if one of us were to **** it up, it would probably be me. Right now I'm sitting in his hytte, reading pride and prejudice. We're quarantined because we just got back from sweden, visiting his grandma and learning to sail. That was fun. God I'll miss him. And I don't know what I want to do with myself. And I fear I won't ever know. Oh well. We live for the day, not the years. Love you, good luck, wish you aaaaalll the best. Myggolf.