A letter from May 30th, 2025

Dear FutureMe, god****. i hope you're happier when we get this than i am while writing it. everything ******* sucks. you and micah can't even go a week without you getting pissed and without him provoking you. i don't think yall are even in love at this point. you're just ****** scared to be alone. but you know--you both know--that things aren't going to get better. yall have deep and significant incompatibilities that result in forever-irreconcilable differences. so i hope you took care of it, and i hope, by now, you're at peace with the decision. if you aren't, don't give up yet. remember how miserable we felt when writing this note? you had to do it. end the relationship, i mean. so thank past-ryan (which is future-ryan at the time of me writing this) for looking out, for caring so much about us that she did the hardest thing yet. i love you. and i have hope for us, even tho everything hurts rn.