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Today was the day I finally opened the letter I had written to myself 10 years ago. I had forgotten I even wrote it. As I opened the poorly handmade envelope held together by a yellow duct tape which somehow managed to accumulated dust around its edges despite it being in a wooden box. At least my envelope making skills has improved. I carefully tore open the envelope and the smell of aged paper flooded my nostrils causing a deep nostalgia to bubble its way in to my chest from the pit of my stomach, reminding me of the first paperback book I have ever red. Oh the sweet smell of aged paper. I shook myself out of my little trance and recognise my hand writing, I guess only my envelop making skills improved, I thought as I red my letter “to my future self, hi beautiful, hope we are doing okay by the time you are reading this. I have a very bad headache” I smile as I read it remembering that the light was so bright it could light a village. The light did always give me a headache which I letter discovered was because I had migraines. ”it’s our birth day today and I bought a really nice necklace last week as a reminder” I touched the necklace that was hanging around my neck remembering the black pendant that beside it which I didn’t buy because my mother would throw it away because it was black. “I’m thinking of doing this from now on because by what I see right now no one will ever buy us one” I look at the obsidian ring I was wearing which was given to me by my lover, I smile, guess some things do change”another reminder is to light a candle, a dedication to our day and blow it out, do we still do that?” no we do not. I don’t even remember the last time I did that. ”let to day be a reminder that today is the beginning of our life the start of our calendar, the day where we make plans for the year. 1. stay single, 2.get good grades, 3.start a new hobby(this one is a life plan), 4. Get better at speaking English, 5. Never cut your nails, EVER it is the one good thing about us” I chuckle as I red my last plan flashes of my fight with my English teacher which made me look at my nails which were nicely done in sharp stilettos painted pitch black “oh and one last thing never wear makeup bad for you” this one made me giggle a little as I had on heavy makeup with black lips and black eye makeup. “And another last thing no tattoos EVER” this one made me laugh as I had a 9 headed dragon curled inked in to my back. I got that when I was 21, cried my body weight worth of tears to get through it. That day was the day I met my beloved, he came to the tattoo shop as an emotional support animal for his bestie who was sitting net to my chair as she got her chest done I think it was a rose vine or something . the bestie was doing fine so he instead ended up being my emotional support animal, he even bought me ice cream after wards to cheer me up which I later returned the favour when he got the same tattoo I had on his left chest as a testament of his love for me. The letter made me think that is the younger me say me like this she would think im a witch, but after talking to me she would think I am awesome, at least that’s what I tell myself she would think. I put down the letter as I hear footsteps coming from the hallway, looking up I find my lover smiling at me while he held out a bottle of dry wine and ice cream. I bit my lips as I held my laughter and stood up from where I was sitting on the ground and followed him to the living room where we enjoyed the rest of the day.