dear jamie,


i’m looking out my window and watching the world come down in icy slivers and it’s making me think of that time when we ran down the road with nothing on but our swimsuits and laughter. we used to share everything. our clothes, our make-up, our books, our stories, our weaknesses, our time. now we just share memories and folded paper. but don’t worry, four years and we’ll be back on the same street and these letters will bridge the gap that distance tried to carve. we’re stronger than that. 



oh, i almost forgot to tell you! this morning i saw a guy that looked just like that actor from our favorite movie where he loses the girl in the end. i almost walked up and told him he’d never lose me but you weren’t there to laugh and enjoy it with me so i decided against it. 



i hope you’re having fun and
i miss you.

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Dear Dani,


You so should have gone up to that guy! Even as I sit here writing this I'm chuckling about the idea of you doing that, and how perfect it would have been if we could have done it together. Perhaps you could date him and bring him home to meet me when I see you again? You know you want to. That line won’t be so perfect, but at least we’d have our private laugh about it. 



That’s all that matters.



It's sunny here; I'm stretched right out on the grass with my school books spread around me the way we used to do together in high school. Remember that? We'd always have to go back home and actually finish everything because there was just too much for us to see and experience while lying in the sun! Our teachers never quite went for our excuses (as if it was our fault that there were some very cute guys in our town playing football right near us). In the end they always succumbed to the power of D n’ J and let us have a few extra days. Without you, I don’t think my professors will be quite so giving. 


I hope the sunshine finds you and

I miss you too.

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dear jamie,


do you remember that time i accidently glued our thumbs together? i always was dragging us into some chaotic mess. because i’m the one who can’t stand order and you’re the one who loves it so much you can’t be talked into lower case. (i’ll break you down soon enough, just wait.) you know, looking back, being glued at the fingers doesn’t sound so bad after all.



oh, i ran into that guy again today and he asked my number after i asked his name. closer up, he doesn’t look quite the same as that actor but he has those cheekbones that make us go weak in the spine. you’ll love him, i’m sure. i took him to the library today so he could smell the books like we used to do. he didn’t laugh but just told me they smell like time. i think i’ll keep him around a while.



here’s to hoping we’re glued together again soon and
i miss you.

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Dear Dani,


I’ll never bow to your lower case ways! I remember you trying to get away with that in class, and it never worked. It’s so weird how different we can be, but you’re more a part of me than anything else.

I kept on comparing everyone to you when I first met them. I just couldn’t help myself! No one here can replace you, can rival all of the random fun that we got ourselves into every single day that we were together. Did you know that we haven’t been apart for longer than two weeks before we went off to school? That’s so crazy. Now, the time keeps building up and I almost don’t know what to do with myself. 



My roommate is pretty cool though. She left everyone behind just like me. 



I hope that boy always smells time in books and

I miss you too.

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dear jamie,


sorry i haven’t written in a while. school has been stacking up into ominous, dusty piles in the back of my mind. and i’ve been spending a lot of time with paul. he loves the same bands, hates coffee and would rather debate with someone than argue. he spent twenty minutes explaining the difference before i kissed his cheek and told him i really don’t care about that.



but i care about him.



he’s the brightest part of my day nowadays, leaving me post-it notes on the inside cover of my textbooks and steaming cups of tea on my desk when i run to the bathroom. you’d love him. i don’t know if i do, but i have a strange feeling it’s not far away. i’m sleeping with both eyes open.



i hope you can meet him soon and

i miss you.

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Dear Dani,


I know I keep forgetting to write. Life here is getting so amazing! I'm busy all the time, and half the time I have more than one option for what I could be doing. There's no time to relax, it seems, but we have our own methods of relaxing here. The pool is my favourite place in the world. Most people go there to do laps, but my roommate Jess and I just go there to play with the balls and watch all the hot guys as they walk around. It is truly an inspiring place to hang out.



I'm so happy I didn't get stuck with a roommate that I hated. Jess is pretty awesome, and we're becoming closer every single day. 



I hope it continues to get amazing from here on, for both of us, and

I miss you too.

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dear jamie,


i thought of you today and

i miss you.

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Dear Dani,


I keep meaning to write... and 

I miss you too.