Dear Hannah,

I hope we still swear a lot. And that we actually dye our hair crazy colors. I hope we have funny pictures on our socks and don’t care if they match.

I hope we have a cat, a cool apartment. I hope we aren’t afraid to move far away, somewhere big. I hope we take long walks and that we miss the wind on campus, even if we hate it now.

I hope we still write shitty poetry. I hope we still write. And I hope we remember how all we ever wanted to do was write, and all the chances we took because of it.

I hope we still practice our Spanish; remember our science classes? I hope we keep up with the news. I can hardly do that now. I hope we don’t waste a degree, our time. I hope we don’t waste anything.

I hope we do more than just keep in touch with friends, I hope we hold them close and don’t let go. that we never miss out and always jump in. I hope we don’t take friends for granted.

I hope we don’t grow up when we grow older.

I hope we feel amazed at the little things. I hope we still look at the stars with the same wide eyes.

I hope we laugh just as loud, speak just as obnoxiously. I hope we don't worry about how we're seen by others.

I hope we find love, the lasting kind, the kind that they put in movies and books, but I hope we don’t lose ourselves in it.

I hope we remember the letter we wrote in sixth grade, and how we opened it six years later on our very last day of high school. I know we cringed, but I hope we don’t now.

I hope we just sit back, and remember. And I hope we write another letter.