Sweet Summer Child 2

Good morning T.T, It is morning on my side of the world. A beautiful one if i must add. I realized this morning that my Monday’s range from good days to bad days depending on how well i prepared for my week ahead. Am i well? I’d like to think so. But maybe i am…

Sweet Summer Child

Hello there my sweet summer child. I hope you’re doing well. In previous emails I was bemoaning the disintegration of my two year long relationship with a certain someone. However in the wake of that devastation, I have found myself once more. I was just wondering, are there any particular sights or sounds or smells…

A Processed Past

T, I have told you this before. The honesty in your writing is so tragic but beautiful. I don’t know how you can be so honest with your words. I am not honest with my words. A lot of times my words are a reflection of things past and feelings felt. Nothing is ever present…

Unnoticed Departures

L, I looked up from the book I was reading to see this woman who had a passing resemblance to Scarlett Johansson. Our brown eyes met briefly and I looked away, almost shy that I’d been caught staring, and then I returned my eyes to the book in my hand. Yesterday an intern walked into…

Why your knees so weird??

T, My first rejection was not from a lover or a boy i liked. It was not in highschool either, it was in my primary school. Remember those dreadful white P.E shorts we were made to wear? We were in the school bus on the way to school in the morning. I had just gotten…

Black Squares

L, People have a habit of attaching great significance to firsts: first kisses, first touch, first dates, the first time you see her naked, the first time your baby walks – the list is lengthy. As with most things in life though, the list of sad firsts is almost as long, if not more than,…

FINDING PLEASURE IN WOMEN

Dear T, It is my birthday today. I feel as if i deserve to do whatever i want, work and the world can fuck itself. The first thing on my list was to send you a reply that was worth reading. I love the way you write. I love the way you explain yourself and…