The worst part is that I can’t get rid of the smell.
Not like, I can still smell it on me even after a shower or anything but just that I can’t stop remembering how it smelled, soaked into our clothes.
How’s your head? I had a headache for days after.
I’m getting along well with my roommate. She’s nice. You’re not interested in that kind of stuff, I know. But I don’t know what to write to you about. Jisoo says I shouldn’t be writing you at all but she also doesn’t really understand so I’ve decided to ignore her advice.
I still have your sweater. The dark blue one with the hole in the sleeve that I used to sneak my index finger into so I could poke your wrist. Do you want it back? I can mail it to you.
I don’t think you should come pick it up.
She debates not sending it to him. But his letter still come, and she’s not the type to cut people out so suddenly. Maybe she’s too sentimental; maybe she spent so many years of her life with him that if she tried to forget them all, she’d forget a third of her life.
She reads his letters, but this is the first time she’s writing him back. It hasn’t been long, not at all, but her fingers quiver as she holds off on writing that last line.
( I miss you ? )
@summerstasis
