you carry yourself with certain uncertainty and I wonder why that is. Continue reading
My dear queen/embodiment of pretty much everything I aspire to be in life,
This letter probably won’t even cover half of what I wish I could put into words. Honestly, it may be about as sequential as Ralph Ellison’s “On Bird, Bird-Watching, and Jazz” (not even close to being as well written, though… unfortunately).
I came into the year as a pretentious fifteen-year-old who thought she was the most thoughtful, understanding, and worldly person simply because she had just returned from a three-week trip to India two days before school started. Now I exist as a still-rather-pretentious-but-at-least-slightly-better sixteen year old who will forever be thankful that she decided to take AP English instead of going the simpler route. Continue reading
December 20th, 2013
I promised myself that I would send the letters from Tiana and I to you as soon as she finished hers, but that happened four days ago and for some reason I can’t bring myself to seal and send these off. Maybe it’s because I still feel like there’s more to say to you? I’m not entirely sure, but I figured I would just write more. I also asked Bo and Beth to write letters for you, so I’m waiting for them to send me theirs so I can pass them on your way. Continue reading
December 14th, 2013
I’m enclosing in this letter another letter from my friend/suitemate, Tiana. (She wouldn’t let me read it, so what’s in it is a total surprise to me. If you want to tell me then I’ll love you infinitely.)