Henry

I wrote you a letter Henry. I’m too scared to send it. Even though I know…because I only have your Norwich address…you wont get it for a long time. But maybe then things will have changed and it wont even be relevant? Or maybe things will be the same and then I’ll be embarrassed about you reading it. Or maybe things will be *different* and then it will be highly significant and…I wouldn’t want you to read it. I know I’m talking in riddles. I’m not even sure I’m bothered right now. All I know is, I wish I could talk to you. I wish you were here. I do love you.

Lauren