LOVE FOR BEGINNERS // 情書



March 1, 2012


My dearest,


It’s barely a couple of hours after our last meal and I’m hungry again. I dig around in the pantry, hunting down a scrap of something edible.

You observe me — you have seen me doing this more and more of late — and you wryly remark, “Your appetite is getting bigger nowadays.”

I blush, like a cat caught with his master’s prized canary in his jaws. I drop the unopened packet enclosing one single almond cookie to the counter. I push it aside. “I’m not really hungry,” I lie, “just thought I’d have a snack.”

You shrug your shoulders and return to your computer. I am left alone again with my almond cookie. Should I, or shouldn’t I? Damn this appetite.

 


Yours, ever and always.




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