A letter from January 26th, 2021

Dear FutureMe, It’s currently January 26, 2021 and you’re laying in bed at 110 Janes Lane apartment 3A crying your eyes out. You were off today. Instead of enjoying your day, you cried in bed. Today is the first day since losing my dad that I’m really alone. Stephan told me to leave by the first. I have five days left here. This was my first apartment. In five years, I hope I have a home. I hope I’m happy. I hope I can’t remember the last time I cried. I hope I’m over Stephan. But mostly I hope I forgave him for hurting me so bad. I hope I’ve learned how to be happy on my own. I hope I learned to stay independent in my next relationship. Maybe I’ve found my “one” by the time I get this. Maybe not. Either way I know I’ll be okay. I know I want to go back to school, maybe by the time I get this I’ll have a degree or at least a better job as a waitress. Maybe there will be more happy memories than sad. In five years I’ll be 27. Three years shy of thirty. Where is the time going? I hope you’re happy. I hope you are getting all the things you want in life. I hope you’re loving yourself. I hope you’re traveling more and ordering dessert even if you’re too full. I hope you never feel the way I feel right now ever again. I’m at my lowest right now. See you in five years lace.