A letter from Oct 14, 2025

Dear FutureMe, How are you doing? Please read this letter when you have time. Okay so I wrote a verse I want you to hear. I miss her: I miss her, I miss her voice, I miss her laugh, I miss our popcorn dates. I miss her, I miss our small talks, I miss our long deep talks, I miss our little walks inside school. I miss her, I miss the times we were sitting by the waterside wondering if we should end it, I miss our 3 am conversations, I miss the times we talked about mental health while in class. I miss her, I miss the physics classes in which we didn’t do anything but laugh, I miss the feeling of your head on my shoulder, I miss the feeling of my head on your head. But most of all, I miss us, and although I know that we still talk, I’m scared we will fall apart. And I’m scared, I’m scared you’re not going to be the aunt to my kids, I’m scared that we grow apart, I’m scared I’m going to lose you from suicide. I miss you L. So yeah that’s it. I love you, stay strong, you’ve got this ❤️ Love, you from 2025 Oh btw, happy sweet sixteen!