"Dear future you"

I wrote to my future self recently.
Is that something you would have done when you were younger? I haven't met you yet, which makes all this especially exciting. Well at least I think I haven't met you yet.
It's past midnight and I feel a little woozy; a little honest as well. I want to pour out my thoughts to someone nice and I decided it'd be you. Yesterday night, I put on an old Maroon 5 playlist and sang my heart out to Won't Go Home Without You. Usually, I would get sad, but yesterday it was a different kind of sad - more mellow. A hopeful kind of sad. I have changed a lot, and I'm liking it so far. My head's in the clouds less and I make it a point to worry less over small things. I'd also like to think I've become more straightforward. Tell me if it's true?
Enough about me.
I want to know what you think about at 1 in the morning, when you're the only one awake in the house. I want to know if there are any conversations playing in your head. I want to know about the places you would like to take me to, and the drink you would get if I made you go to Starbucks for fun.
Show me your favourite movie (as long as it's not scary) and I'll watch your favourite lines roll off the tip of your tongue. Show me how to dance to your favourite song and I'll gladly dance with you however embarrassed we both feel.
Now wait, I am not daydreaming. As ridiculous as it sounds, I want to feel your anger, your frustration and your pain. I want to test your limits and I want you to test mine. I want to know how much it sucks to be at the lowest point so I will know how good it feels to be at the highest point.

Well, do you know me yet?