A letter from Jul 15, 2022

Dear Noah, It’s me, mikhyah- from the future. And I’m so serious about that. I scheduled this letter to arrive on our wedding day. Hopefully you get the chance to check your phone, I know you delete emails so it shouldn’t be hard to find. I don’t really know if we’ll make it, I mean I love you, but sometimes that isn’t enough. But other times it’s all you need. I don’t know if this is a letter of hope or congratulations or love. I just know that on September 27th, 2025, We’re supposed to be married. Supposed to be happy. I don’t know if that will happen but what I do know is that whether it did or didn’t- I want you to know I will always love you. And that you mean so much to me. You are one of the best things that’s ever happened to me. And I will always be grateful for you. I hope you learned that all it took to keep me happy was consistency and flowers. That sometimes I wanted you to cook me breakfast. That you were the only person I ever saw myself with. How easy it was with you. I hope you understand I gave you everything I had. EVERYTHING. And If we should fall apart on good or bad terms I hope you remember me. I hope you remember how much I love you. How beautiful you made life all the time. That I understood how difficult I could be. 3 years isn’t a long time. And seems like a life time all at once. The whole point was for this to arrive on our wedding day. To hopefully makeup for what my vows would inevitably lack. But when I started writing I realized that sometimes life has other plans, and If for some reason we don’t make it I still wanted you to know that at this moment in 2022 you are the best human I have ever known. And I am so happy there was a point in time where I got to call you mine. I love you always Mikhyah