I’ve got a FnF employee code that I can use to place orders for you guys. A lot of products are currently out of stock, so let me know if there’s anything you need and I’ll check/order it for you.
Same 10% fee for my time and effort. Payment will be through your own card or UPI, and the order will be delivered directly to your address. There’s also a delivery charge from L’Oréal based on the weight of the order.
I was going to send this to you, but I already know I won’t.
So it ends up here instead,like everything else I can’t say out loud.
It’s strange how many places I’ve tried to leave these words. Sometimes I write to you here.Sometimes it’s in my notes at 2am.Sometimes I even tried using those apps that are meant for things you’ll never send, but nothing ever feels like it fully fits.
Either it feels too permanent, like I’m preserving something I should let go of. Or it feels too temporary, like it disappears before I’m actually done feeling it.
I keep moving between places, like I’m trying to find somewhere my words can just exist without asking anything from me.
Do you ever feel that way too?
Like you’re not really looking for a person to send it to anymore,just a place that understands what to do with it?
I don’t know where these words are supposed to go.
I just know they never reach you.