A letter from June 28th, 2025

Dear Future Heaven,
I don’t know where you are reading this, but I know you’re braver than you feel. Remember your dreams of becoming a lawyer, how you wanted to help people and change lives. Remember how you started IJMB but couldn’t write your final exams, how you felt chapters closing differently from what you imagined, yet you kept waking up and trying.
Remember how you met Mr Grumpy, your Perfect Storm, how his grumpy, cold, mysterious nature captured your heart and how he opened up just a little before hiding again. You know you fell for him even if you couldn’t help it, and you loved him fiercely in your soft, gentle way, even when he couldn’t see it.
Remember the bittersweet feeling of your girlies finishing the IJMB exams while you watched from a distance, quietly letting go of that season. You felt like a teenager, overwhelmed, confused, yet your heart kept beating with hope.
Remember how your law career spurred in a different direction, and even when everything felt uncertain, you kept writing your story.