Burn my letter about the other night. Let’s agree that I never wrote it. Let’s agree that I never told you anything, that you don’t remember anything, that there isn’t anything. Honestly, you know me well enough by now to know how I can exaggerate. You know I can make drama from dryer lint.
Just, please, write me back. Write anything, I don’t mind—write fake letters, write grocery lists, write Blah blah blah, over and over, to fill the page