"A House of Letters: The Moment the Truth Unravelled"
I had travelled miles to see him—my long-distance boyfriend, the one I had built hopes and dreams around, despite the space between us. When he left for work that day, I found myself alone in his apartment. It was quiet, intimate, filled with pieces of his life that I had never fully stepped into before. Wanting to be helpful—maybe even prove I belonged in his space—I began tidying up. That’s when I found them. A bundle of letters. Handwritten, carefully tucked away, and not just from me . My heart lurched before my mind even caught up. There were letters from other girls , all long-distance, like me. I was just one name in a collection. I froze. I could feel my heartbeat in my ears, my body tense, waiting for the moment where this would make sense—where I could rationalize it, explain it away. But I couldn’t. The truth sat there, ink on paper, staring back at me. I opened one. The words spilled out, full of warmth, romance, longing—the kind I thought was reserved for me . ...