The Letter

When I was twenty years old, I thought of writing my future self a letter to be opened after twenty years. In this letter I was to talk about my day at school,  my day at work, about the fun I was having with my friends, about members of my family and what they were up to.  

Today, over twenty years later, I no longer am in school, I no longer have the same job,  I have lost contact with most of my friends and the ones I still keep in contact with I hardly speak to. And many of my family from back then have passed away.

I wish I would have written that letter.  It would have been nice today to have read it and for even a small moment, to have escaped to the the world that was my past.

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[JLXXXVIII]

You know what was and can still escape to the fondness of those memories; write one now...

[Henry S]

Thank you for your suggestion. Will do.