Blonde streak painted across brown messy hair, broken glasses, and a cheeky grin. We met in an unfamiliar and scary place in August 2024. I’ve thought about you constantly and would love to see you again, Willow. You wrote me gorgeous poems and made me a bracelet. I wish everyday that I still had them, as they’re all I would’ve had left of you except my memories. I hope you see this one day, and I hope you’re doing better. Maybe we can meet again, somewhere less scary, more warm and opening. Somewhere where we can just breathe with ease. If you think you know who this is, you’re probably right. Don’t be afraid to reach out. I’d love to see you soon.