I’ve written many notes and letters to many girlfriends, but there’s only one letter that matters, and it’s still sitting in my wallet. It’s made a home in that corner crease. There’s only one girl that matters, and she’s even farther on the other side of the country. I’ve held onto this thing for almost 9 months. I haven’t read it since October. All I can think right now is
“This thing is getting so worn. It wouldn’t be the same if I rewrote it, though. I’m not even sure I want to reread it. There’s way too much emotion penned down.”
