A letter from December 8th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, Yeah it's 2020. The year we didn't do much but the year that did much to us. You experienced love. Experienced heart break, and besides everything, every night it rained, besides all the darkness, we learned how to acknowledge everything, out mistakes, our highs, and what we overlooked. We matured, hell we even read books. Today still feeling bad and longing for things we can't have, I just wish we weren't so naive, but now I wish you in the future is doing well. Check your phone, check the note Turning out. Hope you're abiding our newly written values. Let go, as I am trying my best today.