A letter from January 27th, 2019

Dear FutureMe, I'm not judging you. I'm proud of what you've done and what you're become. I'm proud of the way you fight your disease. Things are better, you're in good health now, you're happy now, you refund who you are and what you wanna do. You find you're voice, you do something you like, and have a life project. You're still with the same boyfriend and now the distance between you do not exist anymore. To resume, you have a new life, with happiness, with a real goal, I wonder that you have learn to smile again. You're now in high school, to learn proprety or notaries, you're maybe in another city, like Nîmes or Montpellier, where you're parents are now living. You can run fast again, and you are better than you're never been. You're a new you, someone you can be proud of.