A story that I have yet to name but you should read anyway. Very much a work in progress.

“Simple things became simply difficult with you. It was worse after you left. it was all the tragedies the great poets explained, the birds stopped singing the flowers stopped growing. Everything stopped. I even stopped writing, in fact this letter is the most contact I've made a pen and paper in a very long time. It feels really good. I’m already picturing the look on your face and I know you’re disappointed. I have no doubt about that. I’ve stopped writing mostly because I can’t remember what it's like to be inspired by the sunrise or what it's like to write uninfluenced by you. All the ink spills is you. I’m afraid once I pick up that pen I’m going to flower words into extravagant bouquets but when simply put I miss you, I’m sorry, I love you. You’ve always told me I have a way with words and it's true. I have a way of swindling them into bricks to build up my walls. This is me breaking down those walls. I'm writing to be forward, like you always asked me too. I should have said all these things before, and maybe its too late. You don’t have to respond to this pathetic attempt at making up for lost time but it would be really nice to hear from you. I am in love with you. You don’t have to love me back. I am going to give you my heart.”

A letter that she wrote him after their falling out and has yet to receive a reply after 6 years. During those six years she has a built an independent lifestyle in Chicago, but its not all she has ever wanted. Her lack of fulfillment in her Chicago lifestyle leads her back to her hometown of Winona in room 93 in Pink's Motel. Inside the familiar places she meets familiar faces, like her ghost pen pal of 6 years who she put her heart on the line for.