Wren,
Fuck you.
(Sorry. (This wasn’t in the original letter.))
Obviously, I should have texted you all this shit. Or asked for your college address. But it always felt different, telling you stuff in letters instead of any other way. I wanted to get back to that, I guess, to before I fucked up repeatedly. To that fall when we were just getting to know each other. I never said it, and I should’ve—I loved that you wrote me letters. I kept them all. Even brought them with me to Lancaster, in case the house lit on fire or something while Iwas away.
I’m sure this is the cheapest, weirdest gift you’ve ever gotten. Even calling it a gift is probably a stretch. But you said you wanted to know what I’d written you, and this is as much as I remember from them. It never really occurred to me you weren’t ignoring them, which is why the last one got sent. (I wasn’t totally kidding about that. Sorry again.)
Merry Christmas, Wren. I miss you.
S
50
January
Wren:I got your gift.
Sawyer:Better two and a half years late than never?
Wren:Better two and a half years late than never.
Wren:I loved them.
Wren:And I hated them, if that makes any sense.
Sawyer:It does.
Sawyer:I loved and hated writing them.
Wren:What’s your address at school?
Sawyer:Faber Hall, Room 219, Lancaster University, 3689 Mansfield St., Lancaster, CT 06264
Wren:I miss you too.
Wren:Happy birthday!
Wren:Are you getting drunk to celebrate?
Sawyer:Nah, that’s more your thing.
Wren:You’re getting less funny with age.
Sawyer:Thanks for boosting my ego on my big day.
Wren:You’re welcome. :)
51
February
Sawyer,
I visited the Duomo di Milano today with a few other girls inmy program. (Postcard included.) I tried to sketch the exterior, but I ran out of time. If I ever finish it, maybe I’ll send you that too.
It’s not that cold in Milan, which is nice. Zurich got about five feet of snow while I was there. Pretty to look at, but it’s nice to be able to go outside without putting on ten layers first. There are pigeons everywhere here, and I would hate to see them shivering. There was a gelato place right by the cathedral we stopped at after our tour. We walked up about a thousand stairs to see the roof, so I was starving. But I tossed a small piece of cone to one of the pigeons, and we got swarmed by dozens of them. Maybe hundreds. Lesson learned. We all screamed and ran. You would have laughed, if you’d been there, I think.
