A letter from August 20th, 2016

Dear Future Quinn, Happy Golden birthday! Good job making it to twenty five. I think you know what I'm going to ask. MacKenzie. Please say your checking your email with little Rose on your lap and you can look over and see Kenzie right there beside you. Or maybe your in a shakespere theater in France. Or a brodway show in New York city. Who knows. But please say Kenzie's number is still on your phone. If it is, call her. Tell her how much you love/loved her. Hopefully the first. I'm going to be real, there's a chance you two just faded in time but please say you didn't. If you did still thank her. Still let her know how much she did for you. But enough about Kenzie. MacKenzie and theater are my dream life right now. Or maybe music. I'm listening to A Great Big World as I write this letter. In those camo sweatpants with the hole and that yellow shirt I only wear in the house. What are you doing right now? What are you wearing. Doctor who! I nearly forgot doctor who. Are you still a fan? And did you get into theater? How was Paris? Did that happen? You know how many questions I have and you know the questions I'm not asking. The ones I don't even know I'm supposed to ask. So I think I'll ask one final question. If time travel becomes possible. PLease send a letter to 1120 eastman street. In August 2016. Preferably August 21st or some day soon. I'll be waiting.