New Cardigan

Dear Heart,
My skin tastes of sea salt after today. We walked along Llanelli front and lay under the sun.
I have to stop dreaming about my lecturers. I go through phases of worrying about losing people - people I've never been alone with, barely spoken to... I hate the idea of someone slipping out of my peripheral vision, of never seeing them again. Everyone is so precious.
Love, Lydia x