Looking for a critique partner for a contemporary YA short story collection about long-distance relationships (and other projects possibly)

    Callum checked the mail on the table. It looked like his roommates had already gone through it, judging by the jumbled mess of junk mail and unopened bills piled on the kitchen table. They weren’t the cleanest or most organized crew to live with. But it worked, for now. At the bottom he spotted a purple envelope. He recognized the loopy handwriting on the outside instantly. It was addressed from the United States. There was only one person from the States who he expected to hear from. His girlfriend. They’d been going long distance for a few months. She’d come to Australia to study abroad for a semester, and that’s when they met. 

     He went to the patio and opened the letter. Small heart-shaped confetti-pieces fell out of the envelope as he slid the letter out. He opened it, and it said: 

Dear Love, 

I miss you. 

What else can I say. We’ve already been apart for a few months, and I’ve been back to classes at my college. Not to mention, it’s so cold here. It’s a big change from the warmth that Australia gives. Big change when you go from sunbathing on a gorgeous beach to having frozen hair while sitting in a hot tub outside during the windy winter. Yes, that really happens when it’s as cold as it is here in North Dakota. You’ll see when you come to visit in the winter. It’s the weirdest feeling to have your hair frozen and you can crunch it with your fingers.