A letter from February 23rd, 2021

Dear FutureMe, i don’t know if you’re still around to receive this or not, the place i am right now i don’t see myself making it another year. if you’re reading this, i know it couldn’t have been easy but i’m proud of you. no matter how many scars you have in your body or demons in your head, you’ve made it. it’s sound hypocritical because yesterday i was saying quite the opposite to myself, but please keep hanging on. for there are years and years of more life that need to be lived, the stories you have always dreamed of writing, people you are destined to meet, the amount of moments laughing are infinite. do not only stay for others but for yourself, for the life you have always dreamed of. for who you will become. and for if this is read by someone else’s eyes, if i have already exploded... please don’t blame me. for my love for you still carries on even if i’m not here to remind you, you will forever hold me in your heart. it will never be your fault, for it was just cruelty of the world perhaps a cruel fate. but like those of stars, we might be able i meet again in another lifetime. keep your eyes open, i might be here after all.