don’t read it if you didn’t make it

Isabele. I hope i have a slight idea o where you are in your career. It’s April 13th for you. And today, on Nate’s birthday, you get a letter. It’s just banging in my head, that this version, your version of us, is exactly where i hoped to be. How’s Nate? How’s LA? NY? I’m happy right now, Isabele. Because i’m just so sure you’re who i wanna be. And your skills finally met opportunity. And you’re happy and not friendless and you tell other kids how all their dreams can come true if they just don’t give up and i hate it i hate that this is so predictable and cliche but it’s true. Look at you. Look at me. I’ve come too far to just come this far. Something happens now. Something unbelievable happens between the day I’m writing this, February 4th 2021, and April 13th 2026, and it’s just ahead of me. If you look back, you can see me. Here, eating popcorn and drinking iced coffee, listening to the front bottoms without headphone on, scorching heat of brazilian summers but it’s ok because the fan is on and the sun is down. i’m sorry for being cheesy. I just thought that maybe you’d screenshot this and share it to instagram. yk the big ‘’’’’’guys i made it!!!!’ post so yea i don’t even know what else to say. I mean, thank you. Thank you thank you thank you. You’re the reason i even try. go isabele!!!