chilandian

“Dear Friend,
I like to start my notes to you as if we’re already in the middle of a conversation. I pretend that we’re the oldest and dearest friends, as opposed to what we actually are, people who don’t know each other’s names, and met in a chatroom where we both claim we’d never been before.

"What will NY152 say today?" I wonder.

I turn on my computer. I wait impatiently as it connects, I go online,and my breath catches in my chest as I hear three little words - “You’ve Got Mail!”

I hear nothing, not even a sound on the streets of New York, Just the beat of my own heart. I have mail, from you.”

*cues The Cranberries' Dreams*