sjsprWriting

Dear Leo,

It’s been so long since I saw you last. All the way from home to here I could only think of you and reading under our tree. I was so sick that boat ride I thought my insides would jump right out of me. All I could do to sit with my head looking down and hope I wouldn’t get dizzy. The only thing what could keep me from looking up out of boredom was writing, and when writing, the only thing I could think of was you. So I wrote you letters, to tell you the truth I always wanted to send them to you, on the boat, on the way to my new home, when meeting my new surroundings, until one day, I realized that I was still writing and I was still seasick. I carried a little piece of you all the way from home, and had never missed you more than when I saw pieces of you in him… I never sent my letters, I kept them all in a box and kept them safe from the world that kept us apart.

Love,

Alma