❝ 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 remember you
I would've spent my summer with you—sand in our hair, mist in the air—but you were never really there.
Instead, working at the local café was my only option to make ends meet. Frosting cupcake after cupcake helped put smiles on weary faces, yet only the ghost of one lingers on mine.
Your neighbor, a mother of two, stopped by every morning to buy her daily pastry. Her go-to combination of a macchiato and a chocolate croissant suited her kind personality, but it merely reminded me of yours.
A mug of pitch-black coffee with no sweetener added. I could never forget your favorite drink.
During my last day on the job, she handed me a white rose and an envelope: addressed from you to me. I couldn't bring myself to read the card, and the flower wilted after a few hours.
You never did like roses anyway.
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