A letter from Aug 8th, 2021

Dear FutureMe, Lucas, it's me from August 8th 2021. You've been through a lot. But do you remember what you were feeling when you wrote this letter? We're one, after all, right? I didn't think I could get to the point of communicatig to you at all. I felt like I was so alone and the void of having to adapt was going to consume me forever and ever. But you remember, right? You found a comfy space, a place of freedom, a place of you. LALA showed you a lot about what you were avoyding to be. Please, please, please, don't avoid yourself. Don't avoid me. Take me by the hand as you take your firends. Take mom and dad by the hand as you take those you meet everyday. Don't stop being a sunshine ever. You know you are a spark in this world. Find people who want to spark together with you. Bring light to the unkwnow over the garden wall. It's okay to faild, to forget, to exist withou being number one, ten or one hundred. But please, just write down these numbers and never ever erase them. They are you. I'll repat. Don't erase anything. Pick up your pen and give life to the words that visit you. Don't you dare take your own book and edit it to make it as you wanted it to be. You should know you're beautiful just the way you are. Don't lie, please. Be honest to yourself. Be honest to yourself. Be honest to yourself. If you managed to do at least one thing that I, the 17yo you wanted to, you are already me hero. It can be just having a healthy relationship with mom and dad, it can be visiting japan, it can be at least stepping once in an animation studio, virtually or phisically, or it can be to make people mile. You remember that the smiles you create just fuel your heart so much, right? It's like the first beam of light that you used to see in Rua Doutor Ismael de Faria apartment 1201, in your tiny bed which usually sit close to the wall and sometimes magically moved closer to your desk so you could see the sunrise when you manage to wake up. Today, I went to Casa Branca and saw nature. I saw plants that I couldn't name. I felt emotions I didn't know how to deal. I smiled, made jokes, got angry, learned about my shadow and decided to write this down. I really want you to remember me. Remember me as a person who has a shadow. Remembermy dark side. Remember the times you would get so anxious that anger was stronger than you. Remember the yelling, the faces, the silence. Remember how difficult it is to cope with all of this so that at least it is written down in your story. You dream to publish a book, right? You want it so bad that you don't even take the courage to sit down and right. When you take the courage, sometimes words just abandon you. You remember this feeling too, right? Feeling abandoned by letters is so agonizing. Because of that, I just wanted to wrap this up by reminding you of what I'm thinking right now. It's a favour. Please, please, please, don't give up on me. I don't want to give up on you. It's hard, I know, it's so hard to find a spot to tell the truth. To live the truth is almost impossible for us, right? Chameleon - this is the way you used to call yourself. But, see, you did it. I know you did it. You had people by your side in which you could trust. I'll trust you forever. Let's have a cup of tea.