Dear Noah,
I have developed this habit of talking to you in my head all the time, so even when we're not talking, we are.
You never hesitate in expressing yourself. I love it when you say 'I love you' randomly in the middle of a conversation. I love it when you hold my face, as if it is most fragile thing in the world. I love how you stroke your thumb on my cheek, caressing it.
I love it how you never let me do any chores because you feel it's your responsibility to take care of me.
I know we don't do thank you's but I couldn't thank you enough for loving me, even when I couldn't love myself.
I love you.
Yours,
Patricia
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Letters to him
Short StoryA collection of letters . . . To him *** Patricia and Noah are in love with each other. But there are always a few things left unsaid.
