A letter from November 9th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, About to turn 24. Dad died last year. You don’t feel too complicated about it, thankfully. You’re on the montauk line. Never been this far out on the LIRR before. You’ll spend the next couple days, including your birthday with your cousin Charlie. You spent 6 hours in transit today. You got that future letter from Danni this morning. You sat a row away from lily perry on the Hudson line, but didn’t say hello. You are fine with that, it wasn’t necessary. But maybe it would’ve been nice to catch up. Here’s to taking a couple more chances here and there. You want to grow so bad. You want to change so bad you feel it coming through your chest. I hope you’ve let it. hope you’ve let your sails down. You could go as far as you want, and when you’re reading this that’ll still be true. And bro, I hope you wrote that song we were looking for. Love you