No Arizona
It’s been a full year, but when I see the slant of your script on the envelope, it all comes rushing back as if only yesterday I looked into your eyes, as sharp as shards of shattered glass, and said goodbye.
The postmark across the stamp reads Phoenix. Despite the time and distance, and the fact it’s been forever since I’ve heard your deep voice or seen your slow smile, I can’t stop my heart from rising within me, dusting off the ashes that have cooled since we parted. The hope this is really from you makes my fingers tremble as I tear open the envelope and fumble with the letter inside. I read your signature first—yes, it is from you—then delve into the letter breathlessly, scanning the easy writing quickly, trying to devour every single word at once.
I miss you.
The fir
