{"product_id":"letter-014-love-for-dessert","title":"Letter 014 — Love for Dessert","description":"\u003cp\u003eI woke up in London.\u003cbr\u003eThe coldest, loneliest, most manipulative city.\u003cbr\u003eSuitcase, boarding pass, and flat white — the adult necessities.\u003cbr\u003eSomehow, the fog, the brief rain, and the underground rats were the main menu of memories.\u003cbr\u003eBooty calls for starters, always expensive rent on the side, and that one love for dessert.\u003cbr\u003eBut no — instead, I was hit by the sun, green grass, and pleasant weather.\u003cbr\u003eThe audacity this city holds to change as it pleases.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp style=\"text-align:center\"\u003e—\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eDear me,\u003cbr\u003eAt the small corner of Kensington Gardens, I was looking at the green grass where we used to lie on a blanket, giggling like teens.\u003cbr\u003eSeven years later, the grass is still the same, but no one is lying on it.\u003cbr\u003eSeven years later, we are not the same at all.\u003cbr\u003eWe don't know anything about each other anymore.\u003cbr\u003eI didn't know what I was doing.\u003cbr\u003eI just knew I had to be here.\u003cbr\u003eSome things you can't do from a distance.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp style=\"text-align:center\"\u003e—\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eJoe \u0026amp; the Juice in South Kensington offered the second coffee of the day and a comfy seat while I was waiting to check in.\u003cbr\u003eI just wanted to leave my luggage and spend an hour reminiscing on the busy streets.\u003cbr\u003ePerhaps buy a new dress, even though I wasn't sure if I needed it yet.\u003cbr\u003eI took my phone out and started to type:\u003cbr\u003eSilence.\u003cbr\u003eHey… delete.\u003cbr\u003eNothing.\u003cbr\u003eI'm in London, care to meet? No — too casual.\u003cbr\u003eI haven't seen the guy in seven years.\u003cbr\u003eI couldn't compose myself clearly.\u003cbr\u003eI was too tired of overthinking it — the flight, the suitcases I was pulling.\u003cbr\u003eA bag full of clothes in a city full of memories.\u003cbr\u003eSuddenly, my phone buzzed, and it was time to check in.\u003cbr\u003eBy the time I reached the Airbnb, all I wanted was a shower, a warm bed, and a good movie.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp style=\"text-align:center\"\u003e—\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eDear me,\u003cbr\u003eSomewhere between Kensington and nowhere, I chose to spend the night with myself.\u003cbr\u003eMaybe moving on happens on a random Tuesday.\u003cbr\u003eMaybe not.\u003cbr\u003eAsk me tomorrow when I am lonely again.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Love Letters To Myself","offers":[{"title":"Default","offer_id":57916281520459,"sku":null,"price":1.49,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1064\/4802\/7979\/files\/LLTM_Banner_2_a7b48fd5-2e2a-4b48-b734-0af51cd0464c.jpg?v=1785562869","url":"https:\/\/loveletterstomyself.co\/products\/letter-014-love-for-dessert","provider":"Love Letters To Myself","version":"1.0","type":"link"}