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...

Lul'yo ysub )oayk egt ilwl e,ltf raonco et,bter you stetreb, llwe si gte ti eswro gigno ebfroe pnhntriies steg eht eyvr( tbu. Aer lenino dan ascless ltlis istll uoy ttrncnaoece tnig,h n'cat a. .
Ma nlenio btu eht twih ivghan a ylearb iiterspnhn elonni nitgh eassl,cs i otn aagignmn iignssm.
Yu!altcal ohlatipserin veslo how ni ve'we iwht rteah a been yrlela ybo ym a icne is su odgo aergt. Eht bnkroe tasl emor eray astreh on os in. .
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Orsdw, angride oyatd me osruy lintteg masetp fro heer you eb ahnkt. .
Englttniie taleif,ubu loaly w,htryo ouy and ewer. Ouy itlls ear. Rbette at ti teg dvyyreae oyu. Yeeydarv garennli. That evenr obudt.
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I uoy velo. .