A letter from September 17th, 2016

Dear FutureMe, this is the last day of our 25th year except for that one thing I'm happy as can be, here in Uppsala with the life so nice and good. There's always a "but". I love him dearly and I'm now event meant less than what I was for the one I love before. In fact now I don't mean anything at all for him and God, I can't believe how much it hurts. But anyway. I try to focus on the good thing and forget about this major bad thing. Loving someone has always been a big thing for us right. A big terrible thing. I can't even imagine if I can finally get that, the one thing I've always wanted the most, to be loved by the one I love in return. Happy birthday