But your lips are venomous poison

Dear FutureMe, This is you, 10 years ago. A couple of months back Jess told me a dream she had. We were the age you are now. Let me start by saying a few things. Firstly, it must feel good to be done with everything - school, exams, university - now you have real freedom. Secondly, enjoy yourself, and relax. You're kind, humourous, intelligent and beautiful. You have nothing to worry about. And thirdly, be thankful to everyone. You have amazing family and friends who love you. So love them back. The dream started out with Jess hosting a drinks party; she had a few friends over and we were just talking and having fun. I suddenly had to leave, so I went, but I accidentally left something behind. The next morning she came over to mine to drop it off. I came out of my room just having woken up, and she started complaining about how I can't keep forgetting things at hers (oh, the irony!). Then he came out of my room. Yes, him. She went silent and looked back and forth at us both. "Wait... So... Do I call you Mr or Andy...?" She asked. "Erm... Andy, I suppose..." There was another brief silence before he added, "wait, who are you?" She began ranting about how could he forget etc etc, which, naturally, triggered him to remember. And that's it. I'm fucking exhausted. Enjoy the night sky tonight. With love, PastYou.