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Dear FutureMe, My relationship with you is ridiculously one-sided. Here I am writing you yet another letter and I haven't got even one reply yet. This whole "writing letters to your future self" idea is nice and everything but I wish I could have a letter back from you. I feel short-changed. When you're old and married with kids running around your heels driving you insane you'll just wish you could have a conversation with your sixteen-year-old self. Maybe then you'll decide to send me a letter. Remember to be nice. Karma will catch up with you. Who are you really? Do you even exist? I want you to write replies, because I know we'd get along so well, like best friends only we're sharing the one body. I get the sixteen-year-old body, and I'm sorry if I haven't been too good at looking after it. But seriously, I haven't smoked or drunk alcohol or broken a bone. I need to work on exercise and good posture, but I think I'm doing pretty well really. You get the thirty-something-year-old body. Don't cry. Do you feel short-changed? Don't, my lovely one, for you are beautiful. If there are things you don't like, change. If you cannot change things, don't worry, my love, you are in Jesus' hands. If there is one thing you can thank me for it is for letting God into my life. You'd be nowhere without me, but we'd both be lost & dying without God. Be thankful. Live thankful. So I guess I won't get your letter this time. But I believe you will send me a letter - a beautiful, poetic letter full of love and happiness, telling me all about your life. Somewhere, somehow, I believe I will get your reply. Not this time, but the next time I am sixteen years old, your love will be waiting for me to read. You must remember to write to me, because-- it is important. Don't go thinking that it doesn't matter. Don't go thinking that no one will ever read your words, because I will. You and I are human, my love, nothing more but nothing LESS, and bursting through the confines of linear time and physicality I believe we can be connected. I am with you, with every breath you ever take. I am in your bones, in your blood. I am that happy spark that lifts you in the morning. I wrap you to bed every night. I have never let you go. Funny that I am only sixteen, but I am caring for you - loving you as if you were my child, my husband, my friend, my dog, my grandmother, my mother all bundled up into one spectacular life. I look to you as a friend - a best friend - and in this moment we are together, because time and age means nothing beside our supernova of love. I am here with you. Forever. xx PresentMe.