Dear Noah,
I remember how I always thought I could never fall in love, not with you. How you would try hard to talk to me so that I like you. I always thought we had no future, I was wrong.
When I said that I wanted to give us a chance I didn't really think I'd fall for you.
It started with me trying to have trivial conversations with you, I had this uncanny desire to know you, talk to you. Soon our interaction switched from texts to calls. Everytime you got off the phone, I couldn't wait to finish my work and listen to your voice on call again.
I remember the sound of your voice vividly, how it would change into a husky one when I'd call you in the morning or in the middle of the night. Soon the sound of your deep resonant voice became my lullaby. Look where we are now, you are my lullaby. One I cannot sleep without. You are my calm and my serene.
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.
