A letter from Nov 21, 2022

Dear FutureMe, Alright, you're three years in the future. You're meant to be the version of me who's dreams have all come true. Around a year ago, we wrote a letter to me today. First off, I have to say, if I'd have known then where we live now, who our best friend would be, or honestly any of the other big factors in our life, I'd be shocked. Or maybe not, because we have had a constantly changing life... but, still. The first question past us asked in that letter was "Do you still like him?" We spent the rest of the letter assuming we'd probably gotten over him, or at least wondering if we had. FutureMe, I don't know if your path has crossed his again. I don't know if you plan to keep him in your life with whatever it takes, but if I could tell you right now what I hope, it would be this: I hope that you're still as in love with him as I am now. I hope that the time he held your hand would blur into a thousand other times. I hope that he pursues you, and I hope that you realize just how much you've been blessed to receive that which you've wished so long for. And when we wrote that story and said these words: "...and my uninterest in dating, in relationships, just continues. i mean, i always knew i would wait until i was a bit older... but there doesn't seem to be choices anymore. because if i'm being honest, the only choice i'd want to make is you... and whatever we are just isn't as simple as that. but i'd choose you. just so you know. i'd choose you if i were able to." I know, better than we did then, that I wrote them about him. I hope you get to choose him.