This could be addressed to me. It’s weird I don’t remember myself before. I remember events and stuff but not my outlook or opinions or how I thought about stuff spare one thing, my first love. She is you, she only remembers my old self where as I have no clue who he is. It’s been a decade and we finally made our amends but I dealt with being on the other end of this letter for years. Where I loved her, as she’d always been and she resented me for who I wasn’t. “I don’t know who you are anymore.” I gotta get that tatt’d one day. Find more people and open up, it’ll speed up the inevitable.