Elle

To think I was denied an opportunity to see how you looked at the world by a flat camera battery. Maybe I’m naive to think that a battery would allow me to understand why waiting a year for you turned out to not be “enough”.

Still, I can’t help but wonder “what if”…

From theotherleft

Dear Mimi,

I’m sorry I’m so bad at the internet. I will try harder.
Love, Yoonjai

 

To Myself c. 2006. From YJ.
If you were less afraid of failure, you might be more successful by now. 

To Myself c. 2006. From YJ.

If you were less afraid of failure, you might be more successful by now. 

To Matthias. From Mimi.
You used to send me beautiful letters filled with indecipherable text and enchanting drawings. There’s this thing called email now, but something tells me you’d probably miss the stamps.

To Matthias. From Mimi.

You used to send me beautiful letters filled with indecipherable text and enchanting drawings. There’s this thing called email now, but something tells me you’d probably miss the stamps.

To Heather. From Mimi.
I thought we’d be friends for life. I guess I was wrong. 

To Heather. From Mimi.

I thought we’d be friends for life. I guess I was wrong. 

Elle

To think I was denied an opportunity to see how you looked at the world by a flat camera battery. Maybe I’m naive to think that a battery would allow me to understand why waiting a year for you turned out to not be “enough”.

Still, I can’t help but wonder “what if”…

From theotherleft

Dear Mimi,

I’m sorry I’m so bad at the internet. I will try harder.
Love, Yoonjai

 

To Myself c. 2006. From YJ.
If you were less afraid of failure, you might be more successful by now. 

To Myself c. 2006. From YJ.

If you were less afraid of failure, you might be more successful by now. 

To Matthias. From Mimi.
You used to send me beautiful letters filled with indecipherable text and enchanting drawings. There’s this thing called email now, but something tells me you’d probably miss the stamps.

To Matthias. From Mimi.

You used to send me beautiful letters filled with indecipherable text and enchanting drawings. There’s this thing called email now, but something tells me you’d probably miss the stamps.

To Heather. From Mimi.
I thought we’d be friends for life. I guess I was wrong. 

To Heather. From Mimi.

I thought we’d be friends for life. I guess I was wrong. 

Elle
Dear Mimi,

About:

Carriage Return is a blog from all of us to all of us. It is intended as a forum in which to share letters addressed to those from our past—a collection of thoughts we wish we could express to those no longer in our midsts due to choice, circumstance, or simply the lapse of time.

All are welcome and encouraged to submit. Created by Mimi O Chun, a self-admitted sentimental fool.