Dear . . .

Brittany,

I want to write your story. All of your stories. I want to drink wine and listen all night to every weird part of yourself you haven’t quite figured out yet. Let me put it into words.

I want to read Anais Nin with you and watch you fall in love with Bukowski. I want to learn to dance ballet and practice yoga with you.

I want to find more of me with you.

I want to kiss you again.

Jessica,

I want to find comfort in you, a comfort few people can understand. I want to learn more about you and...