A Faux-Symmetrina by Sean Chua

We kissed once, during first year. I spat afterwards, laughing. She mixed tea leaves in her dorm room for friends. Dried, packed with tiny bows. Mine always tasted rather tart. After that year of classes, I lost the time to go outside. Instead, I wrote. Letters flowed easier than texts, and were cheaper than candlelit meals. I never sent them to anyone, though. Years later … Continue reading A Faux-Symmetrina by Sean Chua