Writing to Mia

trenteet un

trenteet un

dear mia,

it's been over a week now. just a few hours ago, kimberly showed up at my apartment door and hugged me. she just stepped in and wrapped her arms around me. she smelled like fresh cut grass and coconuts.

then she explained - while we drank coffee at my kitchen table - that she'd spent the last nine days working, taking care of her sick father, and crying. she said she'd been a little confused when she'd found the letter but then the confusion turned into sympathy and understanding. she has an ex she couldn't get over for a whole eight months.

i'm relieved, mia. and i became even happier when we arranged to go out another time.

john