Dear Mark,

I don't know what to say, and I know you find that hard to believe. I want to talk to you. I want to see you. Did you hear me at the station? I yelled back but you might have missed it. Here's the gist of it: I love you.

I don't quite know what that entails and I don't know what to do with it, but I've got a feeling you need to know. I hate goodbyes, which is why I left without really saying any. Thank you for coming to the station.

Everyone says they'll keep in touch – it's a common formality, and I don't really care that maybe no one else will. But I need you to. I've been here a week. I almost look settled but I feel like I've left everything behind – I swear there's another box that never made it or something. And everything that I seam to have lost in transit is not all I've left behind. I miss you. Write soon.

Yours,

Sus