I was packing all my things away to move house and I put your letter, amongst many other notes on my wall, into an envelope. It hit me how young you were and how much life there was in you. How you tried to capture it in a small piece of paper. Everything that people are meant to become, all the ways we’re supposed to grow and change. I can’t really explain it. I try not to dwell on anything, it’s my weakness, but today I have missed you, and more so, missed everything you should have become.
Life is one big massive huge exam apparently without punctuation fuck living in the library what even is uni anyway
I want the boy, his rugby shirt, half n half pizza, and bed.
I’m really sorry I don’t get to all your messages, I’ve just gone through 100 of them and they’re all so sweet and lovely. My exams finish on the 31st and then I’m off to S.E.Asia for the summer so I’ll be taking fleeting glimpses and I do have a queue ready. I know I’m not obligated to respond but I want to because I really appreciate everything I’m sent.
Best Wishes and More,