Dear whoever,
I hope this letter finds you in good health and even better spirits.
It’s been a long time since we talked, and I know we didn’t left off in a good way. Still, I have some news for you.
I miss being honest. I miss not being judged. I miss knowing someone out there understood.
I miss being in love. I miss believing love was a fact, something that had happened. Like French Revolution.
I was once a Saturday night girl: funny, drunk and careless
Destined to be hungover and ashamed the next morning
I was also a Sunday evening gal, happy to be part of the group