From an imagined future you
Dear you,
It’s a little strange, getting a letter from someone who isn’t here yet. So let me be honest from the first line: I’m imagined. I can’t see what’s coming, and I won’t pretend to.
But I do know a few things. You’re the only person who has been there for all of it, including the days nobody saw. You’ve already come through things you once couldn’t picture coming through, and you’ve probably stopped counting them.
That’s the trouble. We forget. We forget how hard it was, what we hoped for, what we swore we’d remember.
So I’d like to ask you for something. Tell me where you are today. It doesn’t have to be beautiful, only true. Then one hard evening, when you’ve lost the thread, your own words will be here to hand it back to you.
There’s no rush and no right way to do this. Start whenever you’re ready.
With love,
you, a little further along