A few
years back, our grade made a time capsule that we will open on
graduation day. It consisted of one envelope for every kid in our
grade and we filled out a little book of random stuff for our
own. We could write letters to our friends and put any
memorabilia in the envelopes we wanted.
I decided
to write a lot of letters for each of my friends. I also wrote
one addressed to my crush, just to see if I'd still feel even
remotely the same way in a few years.
...
A couple
months ago, when I was sleeping, my dreams somehow became
thoughts of that time capsule. In my dream, I remembered that I
wrote him a letter, and also that the letter was ridiculously
embarrassing. I sat straight up in bed with a panic attack that
the kid was going to get that letter senior year and find me to
be a creep.
It took
me a few minutes to remember that I put the letter in my own
envelope, so that only I could read it.
You
have absolutly no idea how relieved I was.
