To Holden.
So I thought that I’d try this whole letter thing, it’s weird. Excuse my hand writing, it’s really messy—I’m working on that. I’d like to move on now, if that’s okay with you. It seems like you’ve been giving out all the advice, and it seems like you’re the one that needs it. Hopefully, you’ll open up to someone else whilst Jamie is gone. There’s only so much you can tell a person without seeming needy—trust me, it’s happened to me.
I can’t promise you that I’ll be there, that I’ll understand whatever you’re going through, Holden. But I can promise you that I’ll listen to you.
Is that enough?
- Amelia.
YOU ARE READING
perfect flaws.
ChickLit{completed.} In which four misguided teens struggle to find steady ground of which to be themselves. Told through letters, phone-calls, text messages, facebook inboxes and some narrative. © 2013 imogen timby.
