Four Hundred and Thirty-Seven

Dear Callumz,

I'm sitting with my back to the sun on the balcony of the school library. There's people everywhere underneath me, and there's a light breeze blowing, contrasting with the warmth of the sun. The smell of the dead leaves on the ground rises to my nose. 

It's a nice little spot, up here by myself. There's no one else up here, just me. It's a big personal bubble, and I don't have to talk to anyone. 

Sometimes, though, it's nice to have company. This would have to be one of my favourite places at this school. There's no odd looks from people as they wonder why I'm sitting alone with food and a laptop, so for once, I don't feel so awful.

But even so, I wish you were here. 

Love always,
Kaiteh.