there are so many things I want to say to you. I want to print out journal entries and send them to you in letter form. I want to copy and paste and email them to you. I want you to read about how you've affected me. I want you to know how desperately I miss you.
and I am so glad that I lost your phone number. I am so glad I can't just easily call or text because I know that I would have by now. but I can't break my pride enough to write you a letter or an email.
I found your address written on a slip of paper in my planner. I didn't throw it away.
I think I'll save my communication for that archaic form. the letter.
once I figure out what I hope to accomplish, anyway.