It was a rainy day when I received that life-changing letter. A typical autumn evening, red, orange and yellow leaves falling of the trees one by one, making me empathise with them, thinking what would it feel like not to belong anywhere, being scattered around without any second thoughts. It must be nice, I think to myself. Not having any unwanted thoughts or responsibilities… If I could be a leaf falling from a tree in the future, I would. Or maybe, I would not. I would not want to disappoint my mother. I smile at the awareness that even thinking this, I try to make myself belong somewhere. Maybe being a leaf is not so good after all.
I try to forget about these thoughts as I check my mailbox, surprised at what I see: an actual letter! It has been ages since I last received a letter. I can’t help but feel excited like a little kid. I take the letter and step into my house. Without even washing my hands, I rush to my room and take a look at the letter. My eyes widen, seeing who sent it; myself? Is that some kind of joke made by my friends from the office? If that is the case, I will kill them. But reading the letter, the handwriting, the tone… It sounds just like me, creeping me out. I read the letter patiently.
As my eyes move around the letter, eager to learn what is this about, my mind goes blank. The letter warns me about a decision I will make. The tone is not full of panic, it is even calmer than I am right at the moment. The letter is telling me to attend my favourite band’s concert, which is tomorrow. I don’t have any reason to believe this letter, it is most probably a stupid joke. Maybe because after a long time I finally found something to try and believe in, I still buy the ticket for the concert.
That was the day I met my future wife. We met at that concert by luck. We went on a couple dates and I quickly understood she is the one. I do not know who wrote that letter. Was it just a joke? Was it actually me from the future? I have no clue. What I know is, I do not want to be a leaf anymore. I want to belong somewhere, to her. Now, I am happy as much as I can be thanks to three L’s: letters, leaves and love.