Hate Mail

by Donna Marchetti

Dear Naomi, I hope you get struck by lightning and die in the middle of your next weather report. Wouldn’t that be ironic? —L

Cutee

It drums in my ears, so loud that in this moment it’s the only thing I can hear.

He must be luca for some reason

DRESSED TO IMPRESS

Speaking of that offer, is it still valid? Because I’d like to come hide away with you if you’ll have me. Just say the word and I’m yours. Love, Luca

I think anyone who reads them would know that I’m in love with you. Love, Luca

Joel Pichler

WAIT A DAMN MINUTE-