A letter from Mar 02, 2026

Dear me on 30th June, 2026 Have you seen Béo again? By now, he should have come back from Ireland — at least that’s what I believe if nothing has changed. Are you two still together? Are you still choosing each other? I’m writing this in the spring of 2026. And honestly… I’m scared. We’ve been arguing so much lately. I’m afraid that the version of me who still gets to see him this summer might disappear. I’m afraid that this could be the last season where everything still feels possible. Tell me — did we make it through? And what about you? How are your teeth now? Do you look prettier? Or do you still look a little ridiculous with two braces in your mouth? I hope you smiled more anyway. I hope you became gentler with yourself. More than anything, I hope you still get to stand beside Béo under the summer wind and the golden sunlight of 2026. If he’s still there, please cherish him softly. If he’s not… I hope you learned how to cherish yourself instead. With love from the spring that still hopes, Chún