february blues

Dear FutureMe,

Hey. I know you always get pretty depressed around this time of the year, so I'm sending you an email to try to cheer you up.

Are you depressed? I hope you aren't. After all, unless luck took a simply terrible turn, you have two happy, healthy parents, a bearable younger sister, a fine roof over your head and food on your table.

And, of course, there's that boy of yours -- you two doing all right? Tell you what, I know relationships sometimes get a little dry, and what's still exciting to me might seem old hat to you. So I'm giving you an order. If you two are screwed up, go and apologize, now -- and remind him of how good we were. Are, right now.

And if you aren't? Kiss him, hard, and tell him just how much he means to you and how glad you are he's with you. Because I don't want him to forget, but mostly because I don't want you to forget.

And maybe skies are gray -- I hope they're blue, for your sake, but if they're gray, so be it. You've got a boyfriend who, if I know him at all, did something unbelievably sweet for Valentines -- you have a supportive family, intelligence, wealth, dreams, perspective, hopes, a future.

Buck up. Smile. Don't be selfishly unhappy. Live a little.

Go make hot chocolate and sit in front of the fire, okay?

Do it for me.

I love you, you know.

Me.

Sent 3 months to the future from November 7th, 2005 to February 20th, 2006