everyday since you left, my mother checked the mail, and everyday since you left, there was nothing. i kept track of the days and today marked twenty six, and to my surprise i got something. the envelope was small, and your handwriting was sloppy, but before i could open it, a shiver ran through my body. let me go were your last … Continue reading my first letter from you.

i finally understand now, like an ongoing epiphany. you were just trying to be nice when you said we could still be friends, but how could we be? how could we be friendly in a way we've never before? feeling nothing when we spoke or want to be nothing more? when you said your goodbye, … Continue reading it’ll be months before we speak next.