Dear self,
Yo. It's me, the 20-year-old you. I truly hope that this letter finds you well. (That greeting is in every e-mail nowadays, not complaining tho!). I'm typing this right now at 3 in the morning in my laptop, yes you get to have a laptop shortly after you turn 19. Just sitting on the same bed you're probably in right now. I really enjoy typing these days because I picked up a new skill called touch typing where you type as you feel the bumps on letters F and J. I can now type without even looking at the keyboard and my average is 66 WPM! How cool is that?
Kamusta? I know it's silly to ask because I'm from the future but I'd like to know because as crazy as it sounds, we're two different people but we're the same person. Still, I'd like to hear from you because I'm not you, and you're not me and that's okay. I hope you're not scared of what I'm saying, I'm trying not to sound foreboding or anything. I know you're itching on some burning questions you already have in mind. We'll get to that later. Consider this a kwentuhan.
I hope I don't shock you when I tell you that you and S won't end up together. It will be a thing of the past but you two will be on good terms as friends, but not really close friends, though. I can't imagine if S and I would actually start dating, that would be a lot of trouble. Anyway, it was still a learning experience. He's cute but not my type as a partner, you know? 2 years from now in your timeline you'll fall in love with