dear iris,
i miss you.
love letters aren’t my thing, but i’ll write you some.
or tons, i’ll write you tons of them.
venice had been nice.
everybody speaks french here, so i didn’t understand.
you would fit well here since you’re fluent in french.
oh, you even look like a french girl.
unlike me, i fit in like a sore thumb here.
YOU ARE READING
first letters
Short Story[prequel to twenty six letters] ❝your words are the rope that keeps me alive❞ story in which a girl and a boy refuses to send their letters to each other in fear. [spiritual #58/ short story #200]
