A letter from Sep 23rd, 2021

Dear FutureMe, Dear M, i'll write this email to myself since i don't have your mailadress and even if i did, i wouldn't. wanna know why? it'll ruin my strategy, my war plan, my secret attack. i almost ruined it myself a few nights ago when i was **** faced and tempted to text you. instead i gave my phone to my friend L and told him to keep it far away from me. it was your birthday september 7th. i could've texted you. i didn't, for my plan, you see. i hope you don't mind too much. i promise i'll make it up to you in the future (do i, FutureMe?) the thing is, i enjoyed our little (not so little, in fact, six hour long) date maybe a bit too much for my own good. i've been daydreaming about you ever since. nightmares also, i think i got a little insecure when i realised exactly what you meant when you said you're the worst texter in history. "much better in real life". i must agree. i thought you didn't enjoy yourself talking to me, while you laughed so hard when we were walking around through the tiny alleyways of our city. i think that feeling must have reflected in something bigger, since my second attempt at arranging a rendez-vous wasn't as succesful. excuses? not sure. i'm not up for it though. i'm gonna go after what i want, i'm not gonna doubt this time, i'm certain of this situation. that's when i came up with my plan. first i had three options, i narrowed them down to one faultless strategy. the first week of uni, it's time for action. i'm gonna go to the café i always go with my friends, the one you told me you also always go. then i go home, and it's my time to shine: me, 1.34am (or something like that) hey, or i completely forgot what you look like or i saw you tonight at djvg? you, prob 5am hey, that wasn't me me, a lot of hours later oh then perhaps it's time to refresh my memory? (not sure if i'll actually have the guts to be this smooth ************ but we'll see? i mean, you already know what happens) (maybe i'll send an "hahaha sorry, couldn't let that one slide" afterwards to make it less intense) but seriously, would you like to go get drinks sometime? and then you answer, yes of course, i thought you'd never ask! btw i thought about you all summer and been wanting to see you ever since i'm back in town! and we meet up and talk all night until the café closes but our mouths don't cause we continue the night at my place until it's almost morning and we realise we enjoy each others company so much we didn't even notice time flying by, like last time! and then it's time for us to go to class but when we kiss each other goodbye, this time on the lips so i'm not as confused about how you feel, we tell each other we'll meet again, and time and again, and time and again until the end of time and again. can you confirm that for me please, FutureMe? anyways, i'm sure that's what happens. that's the crazy part about this. third time's charm. this is going exactly as i imagined it, genre a bit too exact to be coincidental. law of attraction, it's called? do you still believe it, FutureMe? when our first date came up, i was telling my friend F that i was hoping i'd be a wonderful date, one of those dates that goes on the entire night. which it did, it ended at three in the morning. i was taking a walk with another friend H, showing her my favourite route in the city, thinking to my self how nice it would be to go there on my date, which i did. aaaand so far, he has everything i want in a man, his music taste is immaculate as is his fashion sense, he's smart, enjoys art, travelling... i mean, i don't even know him, i went on one date, but at least that one date was promising... did i tell you already i made a playlist? yeah i know, i'm in too deep. maybe i already told you by the time this letter arrives. will i see you again? — thee sacred souls no soy de aquí...ni soy de allá — jorge cafrune smooth lady wine — matt colby i am the changer — cotton jones time and again — warhaus down by the river — buddy miles to give some examples :) enfin, all is good, i'm gonna go to bed. when i wake up i'll be in your arms. until then, xxx