I do it because I'm lonely. I don't know who else to talk to. Every memory I have of her of her is sweet. I pray time didn't change her heart when I mail the first letter.

Zarah,

Hey, it's been a while. That's the understatement of the century, right? five years sure fly by. How are you? I hope you're well. You're probably wandering why I wrote this. Keep wandering, because sadly I don't even know. All I know is you were kind and free when we met. Are you still that way? I'm rumbling on about nothing. I'll stop. Anyways, I hope you're well.

— Sent February 7th —