Dear Friend,
I guess it’s pretty late for a school night, but I’ve just come home, a wee bit more than slightly tispsy, and read something really intruiging. I wish you were here to tell you about it.
Love,
H
PS It’s funny how being lonely, and being lonely for you are entirely different matters.
My God, you are making me miss the connection I have with the people who are now so far away.
Bitch, I know that letter is for me.
Oh Rocco, you know it. Why must you stay away so long??