Letters to You

As of July 30th

I'm writing this letter in a tiny, dark bed room of a hostel in San Francisco. It's 2pm and everybody's out so now I'm all alone in the room but I can concentrate on what I would really like to say to you. I'm just gonna write what comes to my mind because once I'm stuck for words, I tend to think too much and words won't come out. So now, where...should I start?

It was the coldest summer I've ever had