a message from the past

Dear FutureMe, On January 26th, 2005, you went on a date with the girl of your dreams. You went to The Liffey, an Irish Pub in St. Paul. You were sick with a cold and were sucking on cough drops all night, but you could not have been happier that night. Then, one week later, on February 3rd, you watched Amelie in this girl's apartment. And before you left you kissed her, and she kissed you, and you could not stop smiling for days. She is in France now. Where are you? Please tell me you've gone to see her. If you haven't, damn. I can't believe you screwed that one up. But life goes on, and I wish you the best all the same. PastMe February 4th, 2005