The Correspondent

by Virginia Evans

I believe one ought to be precious with communication. Remember: words, especially those written, are immortal.

I have an Italian sandwich and meats shop in Hoboken called Nelli’s, which you may have heard if you have been in the area.

Hoboken mention! (Its not a real deli tho.. </3)

I know you think of me as your mother only, but please remember, inside I am also just a girl.

When I started writing to you I don’t know what I thought it was for. Maybe what I wanted was for you to know me. I have missed you all this time, of course, but the fact is that I got every moment of you there was.

we are thirty in our hearts, before all the disappointment, all the ways it turned out to be so much more painful than we thought it would be, but then again, it has also been magic.