A letter from Aug 04, 2022

Dear FutureMe, This is a sad day, isn't it? As I said a few days ago: today could be a very big or a very small day, no in between. You have a job interview today. The 6th one in a really long process you've been longing for a big reason I won't write. If it actually is that important, you'll remember. Once again you're here, confused, using your words to cover a feeling of sorrow that has extended for so long you actually think this is who you really are; this dark, lonely entity who just knows how to breathe. You're not confused about your feelings, you know exactly what you want now and what you're willing to fight for. You know what you're confused about. You probably won't remember that you just deleted an entire paragraph to not hurt that much when you re-read this later. I still don't know if it's going to be in one year or one decade. Probably not too important for a decade, or probably too hopeless for such amount of time. Is he going to be by your side? Is it going to be what you've always wanted? Or maybe not a person, maybe a place or a moment, maybe someone else. Maybe yourself, on your own, as usual. Hope you had turn your tears into something greater, less downcast, less shy, less lonely.