The following is an e-mail from the past, composed 1 year, 4 months and 19 days ago, on June 29, 2011. It is being delivered from the past through FutureMe.org
Dear FutureMe,
I hope you achieved what you wanted. I hope you're now in London as an undergraduate student and enjoying your time to the fullest.
Right now I'm in Yerevan with a swollen leg, empty heart. I'm going to LSE Summer School in 2 days and am terribly excited.
I hope you won't forget this winter, when Hovo broke your heart. I hope you won't forget how he drew you a burning heart and how he sang a song for you.
I hope you still remember Sukru and Vahram and all the others. I hope you will never forget your friends and the amazing people you have in your life right now.
But most of all, I hope you found your place there. It's scary now, but for you, I'm sure, it's perfect.
I hope you're there, Irene. I dream about it every night.
And this is how you make yourself miserable in the future.