A letter from April 6th, 2021

Dear Future Me, It's me again. I'm writing to tell you about what happened since my last letter. On Sunday night, Jill and I texted until 5 AM again. She shared a song that made her think of us, it was called "Right Through" by The Happy Fits. I cried a little. I told her about how nervous I was that our relationship might change after we go away to college. She said not to worry and that it wouldn't change. I cried some more. Finally 5 AM came around and we stuck to our tradition of going to bed. Before we did, though, Jill surprised me with a phone call. "Hey Matt. So I'm really tired, but I just wanted to say, I love you, and goodnight." "I love you too, Jill." The next morning, I had barely even woken up when she asked me if I wanted to go to the arboretum with her. We met up at 3 and walked to the field behind the big house. She brought a sheet, and we laid down together under a tree. She held my hand. I loved it. Then, we started cuddling. It was a little awkward at first, in an adorable way. We had to experiment a bit with different positions to find out what was most comfortable for both of us. We stayed in each other's arms like that for over 3 hours. I was shaking the entire time from nerves, and I couldn't suppress it. She said it was okay, even saying that it was cute. We talked about our future together. Eventually we ran out of things to say and just hugged in comfortable silence. It got a little windy and cold, but we didn't mind. We just held each other tighter. We ended up leaving at sunset, long past the gates had closed. As we walked down to the parking lot, we realized that we would have to confront Jill's mom, who was waiting at the gate to pick Jill up. Her mom asked me to carry her over the fence, directly into her arms. I couldn't deny her request. She insisted on giving me a ride home. Jill later told me that her mom knew EXACTLY what she was doing when she asked me to carry Jill. It was a test of some kind, and probably validated her suspicion that we were more than friends. Oh well. First impressions aren't my strong suit. Anyway, this probably won't be the last one of these letters I write. Jill and I have just over 2 months until the end of high school. I want to make the most of them.