Dear Fp,
I know it's been 7 years since we have spoken. And I hate that it's been that long. I miss you. My life has kind of fallen apart, Polly's dead. My own daughter was killed. She died alone. I wish you were here with me.
Someone asked me to described home the other day. So I stared talking about the colour of your hair and the way my fingers would run through your little curls. And the sound of your voice, the way it would call for me when you get home from work. And the taste of your lips when you would wake me up by kissing me, and the hint of spearmint gum that you were chewing on your breath. Oh and how your skin feels on mine. Like when we would walk sweetwater river and when it would get windy you would wrap me in your arms. But then I realized they were expecting me to describe a place.
Anyways the point of this letter was to just let you know that even after all these years, I'm still hopelessly in love... with you. And I'm hoping you are still in love with me.
Love, Alice.
Fp finished reading the letter with tears in his eyes. He picked up the phone and dialled her number.
"Hey Alice, I got your letter."
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I know it's short but I really like it and hope you do it. It would mean a lot if you could vote too. I'm soooo close to 2k votes. Thanks for reading😘❤️
I will also be posting part 2 of vixens tomorrow.
