I haven't been this happy in a very long time. And I have no one
to tell this to. I think I can tell you because no one reads you anymore. I
didn't feel like writing to you for the past 12 years, but I do feel like
writing now, with all that I have felt recently and am feeling now.
Nervous laughter, warm hands, staircases, dimly lit lamps, the
wind and the lake, dirty shoes, cricketers, tea, a well-kept garden, no snakes,
small walks, large smiles, repetitive music, cabs and good sirs driving them,
earrings, packed food, sleeping leopard, forehead, Nerds :'), wrong gates, soft
and intimate, phone calls, warm hands again, a glass of water, squirrels,
ginger, lemon, honey, sunsets, hugs and yearning.
