Do you remember that bench near the bookstore that used to creak whenever someone sat on the left side? I passed by it the other day, and it’s still there, still groaning like an old man. It still smells like damp leaves and cheap perfume from the shop next door.
I had a dream the other night. We were all waiting on a train platform, but there were no signs, and we didn’t know where the train was going. We were all there, but it didn’t feel strange. Just quiet. Like how it used to be when no one had anything to prove.
I don’t know what it means. Probably nothing. But I woke up thinking about you.
I want to try something romantic, like how you said would be so neat if someone were to do that. I pressed a little clover between the pages of this letter, if the folds worked as I had planned. I found it on the side of the road, standing on its own among the grass.
Hope you’re eating enough.
If you ever feel like trying something new-but-not-too-new, I’ll take you there.
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