The sea was unusually calm and the crowd seemed smaller than the other week days. I sat down with the thin blanket underneath, which was barely stopping the sand particles spreading all over me. It was one of my days off from the hectic marketing company that I have joined desperately.
I pulled out my journal and started to write everything that I have gone throughout this week. Instead of calling this as a journal I can say that, these are the letters I write to ALAN.
We are currently in the long-distance relationship where he's studying in Florida while I'm still figuring out my life in Boston. I want to quit this job and open a bookstore but that needs a lot of capital which I'm lacking.
I always love writing to him. It's mostly about our old memories in my point of you than my current life status.Anyway, this time, there's a lot I need to say to him and I started writing while the wind got a little colder than before.
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Dear Alan,
Life in Boston is boring. But you already know it’s not the city I’m talking about—it's my job. Still, I think it might be helpful for my future if I open a bookstore someday.
I took a day off today because I was in no mood to see my boss. It’s not even because of his looks, though with his drowsy green eyes and thin stubble, he looks more like a drug dealer than a manager. He just really pisses me off over the weirdest things. I usually ignore it, but sometimes I need to take a day off just to escape him. It’s the only thing that keeps me going.
I also recently went back to our favorite restaurant in Boston—you know, our usual hangout spot that serves the best Italian dishes. Taking that first bite, I was almost startled by how completely unchanged it was. The dishes taste exactly the same as they did when we used to sit there together, laughing over too much pasta. But eating it alone just felt... different.
I found myself thinking about the lantern festival. I can still see the warmth of thousands of tiny lights lifting into the night sky, reflecting in your eyes while the rest of the world just blurred into the background. It was the happiest I’ve been in a long time.
it hit me all over again just how deeply I miss you. Boston is crowded, but without you here, it just feels incredibly empty. I’ll just keep counting down the days until I see you, hope the day come soon enough
Yours
Kathy
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