Katrina Labra



I wrote him a letter once a day for 3 years. They were letters of my feelings, of my thoughts, of my life. They were 2-pages to a one liner. They were on a scented sheet, or on a back of a receipt. They were written in script or scribbled. It was my version of a love letter. A shitty love letter. But no one ever read my letters.

Because I never sent them.