A letter from Nov 07, 2023

Salve Mona, It's been a while. I'm going to call you Mona, because even if that isn't your name now, its what I imagine you as. Mona. The condensed version of all my dreams in this world, packaged into a little box of a name for me to hold up to the sky in prayer. This is honestly too far in the future for me to make a good call on what to write. I hope college is going well. **** I hope you're still alive, a lot can change in three years after all. Whatever's going on I hope you remember how you prevailed before, and you know that you'll prevail again. No. I'm certain you're doing well. For my current self's sake I can't afford to imagine my future self as struggling. Know of course that if you are indeed struggling I wish you nothing but the best, you are me after all, and we are Mona, but I have to choose to believe my future is bright, similarly to how I imagine you choose to believe your future is bright, otherwise I have nothing but my current self, which is quite frankly not doing too well. This is my last letter, at least for now, probably forever. Go and hang out with your real friends you lil' hermit. To our shared future. To Mona. -Efferata