CHE | H Kim
On the morning I depart Berkeley, my friend Rose suggests I leave Daniel a letter telling him not to contact me for at least six months. I sit at her kitchen table, choosing words to cauterize the growing rupture in my heart. I write that I will never stop loving and caring about him, but since his violence toward me will never stop, it’s better for both of us to be apart. After sealing the envelope, I block him on my phone.