April 14, 2026

For the Stressed Boy Dear Ho,

I don't think I ever told you that I think about the Spotify Jam — in bed, in the dark, on the phone — or the long-distance calls all through the Seoul trip.

I don't think I ever told you how shaken I was after January 1st, 2025, but you cabbed over to keep me company.

Mostly, I'll never forget that one big group dinner at the now-closed Tokyo Lima. I was being moody, and I saw — for a split second — an emotion on your face. An emotion I dare not name, for I never wish to see it there again. Ever.

Love, TT