A letter from November 22nd, 2020

Dear FutureMe, I was wondering how you’re doing, and if you’re still alive. You are 41 now. Did you have a recurrence? Did you leave your ****** husband? Did you get your life together? Is your sister there with you? Is she happy? I hope you can look back and say that this was the worst time in your life and and that things got better. I hope you can thank cancer for turning you into a better person, and making you live your life to the fullest. If you’re not there, I hope you lived a happy life, without too many regrets. I hope you enjoyed some success, and that you didn’t feel alone. If you had to take your own life, I hope it wasn’t too painful. I hope you didn’t hurt those around you in any way. I do hope you’re still alive, and if you are, I hope you never forgot that feeling of being able to appreciate what is really important, and thinking everything is beautiful which you got during this existential crisis. I’m sorry I ****** so many things up. It’s like that story about the crooked wheel and the axel. This sounds like sorry, not sorry. Are you embarrassed I made this public?Do you think it will help someone or was it your fear of never receiving this email? On a lighter note, are there any good movies out there which take place during the pandemic? You may regret many things, but I feel that you will not regret some of the choices I’m making now. You’ve always lived by your ideals and I’m proud of you for that. Love, me.