A letter from May 18, 2025

Dear FutureMe, I am on my way back home from your place I spent 2 days with you and said my goodbyes to a huge aspect of my life which was you. It was something sad beautiful and tragic. I am free and sad from some the shackles and its all a new life from now on. I would always wanted to know what it would be like to live as you, in your body and mind. Oh! What must it be like to grow up that beautiful, I was always on the sidelines until we talked and made fun of each other. Then we were roommates, I see you wake up everyday, Its nice to wake and watch you breathe. I won't ever be able to that ever again. I dont know how you feel about me, was any of it real? I hate the world for being the way it is, maybe in 50 years maybe in another life. I am addicted to the if onlys about you. So as I lay upon my grave, will any of us realize the truth, time will reduce it and squeeze out the magic as we won't see or speak to each other. We might call, but its never gonna be like before, all those nights we spent talking about life, all those times my head felt nice wrapped around your shoulder I felt my world was safe and happy, just you and me. You wont ever read this, But if you were ever to, I had the time of my life with you, these are the years I will pine and eulogize over the most. I don't believe in praying, but I still always look up to the sky and ask, "Please, is there? Was there any way". Please dont ever become a stranger, whose laugh I could recognize anywhere. Best Regards, Me