I've written you a letter and I'll send it soon. It's two pages, twice folded and slipped into an off-white envelope where I've licked the back flap and pressed it down firmly.
Your location is scribbled on the front, centered almost perfectly and my address sits top left just in case your house is no longer there and the postman decides to return to sender.
However, the corners are beginning to fray and a small coffee stain curves around one side, looping over the place where a stamp should be.
Your name is starting to fade and I'm not sure if the 6 in your address is a 6 at all. So maybe the postman will just lose it in a sea of forgotten paper and one day youβll swim over to it.
I would like you to read the letter I've written, but the idea behind a message in a bottle only works if you toss the **** thing overboard. And the only time I ever told you I loved you is collecting dust inside my desk.
Sorry I haven't posted in a while. But I have others to post throughout the coming weeks! *Originally titled "Postage Unpaid" but didn't feel right.