A letter that waits.
You won't be the same person
when this opens.
Write a letter to the version of you that hasn't happened yet.
No edits. No deletes. Just honesty.
“Some truths only make sense years later.”
You write what feels true today.
You choose when you're ready to read it.
Time does the rest.
Why you can't edit.
Truth disappears the moment revision is allowed.
If you're reading this and still feel lost, I hope you didn't stop trying. I know things are hard right now but I believe in who you're becoming...
Your words are encrypted.
Not even we can read them.