Chapter R
J,
Did you know larks are a type of bird known for singing in the morning? Maybe you were a lark in another life. If you even believe in that sort of thing. As if I wasn’t already trying to imagine the sound of your voice, I now can’t help imagining what you sound like when you’re singing.
I hope you know that’s all I’ll be thinking about until we finally meet.
Now that you’ve told me a secret about you, I’ll return the favor.
I told you before that I’ve never felt the loss of someone deeply.
The closest I ever came was when my childhood dog died.
My father had our groundskeeper bury him in the far corner of the garden.
He did it when we were away on vacation so I couldn’t mourn his death.
The night we came back home, and I saw the fresh mound of dirt, I waited until everyone was asleep and held a funeral for him.
By myself. I sobbed like a fucking baby.
Don’t ever tell anyone I told you that. My family’s enemies would love to get their hands on any information that makes us look weak.
Yours in return,
R