A letter from Jun 02, 2023

Dear FutureMe, I am 22 and set to go on my big bad college graduate Europe trip. I am eager and terrified. I am not- so freshly single, the last time I wrote a letter to you I had yet to experience the pain that comes with loving someone. I still don’t know whether that was love. When I read this letter they will mean very little in my life, but right now it’s a lesson I’m trying to learn from. I learned about what I deserve. I learned that I have the courage to step away. I lost my self respect and then I got it back. I’m still healing, but every day is easier. Life is becoming about me again. I will not make the same mistakes I made when I was 22. When you read this you’ll be 25. Still a baby. But the faint beginnings of forehead wrinkles you have from perpetual surprise have deepened and they will continue to do so. Almost everything I wanted in my last letter I got. I have felt the beauty and strength and admiration I craved. I have been put on pedestals and knocked myself off them. I hope this becomes obsolete to you. I hope you know who we are. I hope you are closer to being exactly who you are. You will be closer to achieving your goals. You will prove the voice in your head wrong. Because you are. You get what you want because you do. This is a privilege I am forever aware of. I am excited to see who I will become. Sitting on the shower floor will always feel safe. See you in three short, short years.