A letter from March 14th, 2020

Peaceful right?

Dear FutureMe, Hi! I hope you survived. I really do. Right now you're sick, panicking a bit about coronavirus, about the internship, about school and online classes. Everything. I hope you're better. By this time, your year, you should be on your internship or having classes. I dont even know. How's your heart? Been broken how many times? I hope none more. I'm sorry. For something. Or everything. And I hope you can read this. You're beautiful, worthy, loyal, inteligent. Never doubt that. I love you.

Epilogue

1 day later

Dear PastMe, Hi!
I survived. Thank you for your hope. I remember all...

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Ubt gmaannig a htiw i hganvi gmisnis rithpnisne olenni s,selsac eht nigth ma yalreb otn oinnle.
A rthae ncie su si yob erlyal 'eewv hitw my gtear ltuyaa!lc a eebn lsoev etianisorhpl hwo ni gdoo. Ni so erya slta rmoe on ratshe oernkb eht. .
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Ouy doaty kntah be eitnltg sryou eptsam geidarn me fro heer sword,. .
,fautibeul erwe wot,yhr ouy ttlniinege adn ollya. You rea illst. It gte tberte at oyu deyeyrav. Eaglirnn adevyyer. Taht eervn bdout.
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I vole uyo. .