Hmmm...you’re right. That is pretty stone cold. But the fact that you noticed you hurt her feelings and told me about it means you did care. Maybe you didn’t know how to make it right? Or didn’t feel capable. Or maybe you’re just an a-hole. Time will tell!
Birdie is a nickname everyone calls me. I’ve never gone by my real name. It’s Wren, btw, but no one calls me that. It’s Birdie until the end of time.
Granola is holy because I say it is! I don’t know, it’s just something I say. Get used to it!
An Alabama accent! Jeez, maybe one day I’ll actually get to hear you speak.
Tomorrow’s my birthday. Eighteen and only kissed once. I’m determined to find a date for prom and get kissed on the dance floor. The only problem is, I’ll never ask a boy, and I’m pretty sure I’m invisible. But we’ll see.
Where are you now?
Your friend,
Birdie
Little Bird,
I missed your birthday by a week. You should have given me warning. You know how fucking bad I am about writing back.
Happy birthday anyway. I feel slightly less like a child predator writing to you now.
I am an asshole. No need to sugarcoat it. A stone-cold asshole.
Holy granola is extremely cute. Never stop saying it.
Wren, huh? I like Little Bird. That’s who you are to me. And you’re my friend now, is that right? My little bird friend.
You don’t need to kiss anyone just to do it. Keep it to yourself until you find your shadow. That’s coming soon. You’re not invisible, it’s just…no one’s seen you. Do you get that?
My voice...yeah, maybe one day.
We’re staying with Rodrigo’s family on their farm in South Carolina. They’re letting us camp out and use their bathrooms to shower. It smells like cow shit everywhere, but it’s peaceful. I like it.
Callum