Letter 7
I'll be honest, I was hesitant to talk to you these days. Maybe because the distance between us feels a bit too much, both physical and other distances that I can't quite put into words. But it's a gut wrenching nauseous feeling. It's 12:30 am at your place but you're awake.... what were the chances. That was comforting. How's the new club? How are things? Would we have been a match? ...