Published by Open Love Letters


TRANSCRIPT:

"My Dear Friend,

Lately I’ve found it hard to feel any kind of hope, truly. The news seems to play on a constant loop announcing a rise in deaths every day and I can’t say that it doesn’t affect me. I miss stupid things, things I never thought I’d miss: a particular coffee shop, the smell of the river in the early morning, fresh cannoli from Monza’s, running errands, my ridiculously early commute.

Most of all, dear friend, I miss you - more than words can describe. The biggest battle I’m having during this pandemic is with myself it seems - with the nostalgia and longing I feel; it with isolation and loneliness from never seeing anyone new.

But, I’m trying my best not to give in to it and to try and name one beautiful thing a day:

The smell of my dads cologne, the view from my bedroom, the magpies resting in next doors roof, My mums gentle singing,  my plant collection, my cousins and fresh tulips in a vase.

I’m sure more will come to me on better days. I hope you are well and send you all my love.

- H"