❝ perhaps the ocean had been calling her name all these lonely years
-- the electric power, the drowning fear --
nothing more beautiful kissed the shoreline than her shades of blue.❞
in which letters are sent between two graduates, but one will ne...
to: yulissawong@gmail.com from: alexis.inoke@gmail.com
subject: i need you
It's a strange thing to realize how long nineteen years of life is.
We're no longer children held under reproachful gazes, but we aren't adults either. Where do we go? What do we do? Am I doing it right? Should I do more?
At age ten, I fantasized about becoming a doctor, just like every other kid on the block. But how can I help others when I can't even help myself?
I'm not sure why I'm asking you these questions when I know you won't respond.
No more candles, no more cake. I miss the days of carefree parties and endless presents. This year, all I have is myself, and that isn't enough to fill the gap in my heart.
Well, happy birthday to me.
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