A letter from Apr 19th, 2021

Marmoura, i'm sorry i haven't addressed you as a dear. i hope in 5 years we've worked on it to love ourself. i hope you're done with uni and have your masters program figured out. i also hope you've known deep in your heart now that uni and academia in general weren't the thing for you and you've enrolled in that joint culinary school between milano and paris. i really hope you're comfortable. satisfied. happy. not depressed. not wanting to **** yourself. i hope you've tried to grow out your hair and you stayed away from drugs and never had to visit a rehab. i also hope drugs don't scare you anymore. i hope you're still with etch. or you've found new love and will laugh at thinking he's the love of your life. i hope you're still friends with reem and habiba. it's a bit funny i'm hoping for you to be what i want for our 2021 self but so scared to be. marmoura, you're sweet. i hope you're still as sweet. yours (hopefully still), amira.