(on a slightly crumpled paper)
My Love Dean,
Hi. This is so weird. I don't even know why I'm writing you these. As you can how almost incomprehensible my penmanship looks like, I'm nervous.
I really don't mean to write you a letter. But you remember Kayla? She's my cousin that went with us at the music convention in NYC. We met earlier and she gave me this bunch of envelopes and fancy papers. I don't really know who else to write so I'm writing to you (which is weird because we see each other everyday and we have each other's number). But please play along since I would probably give this to you as a part of my gift on our anniversary — it's so near!
I love you
Okay what the hell. I'm gonna stop. This is freaking weird and not my thing. I'm sorry, love, but I'm gonna stop.
Ugh, I'm cringing.
YOU ARE READING
right where you left me
Short StoryDean Harolds was sure he made the right decision of moving on from Italia Lace, his dead ex-girlfriend, and marrying his girlfriend of 3 months. But one boxed mail of letters from Italia, written just before her death, made him question his decision...
