Dear B,
It’s been two weeks since you were gone and I’m terribly missing you. It’s weekend again and I have nothing better to do than just loiter around. I have one confession to make. Please, please don’t get mad. I took the path you warned me about – the one we thought lead to the woods. It’s not as sinister as you assumed. There were no wild animals or crazy hermits. It was just a path leading to a stream and beyond that is a plantation of Immortelle. We should go there once you’re back. We will lie under the shelter of trees and stuff ourselves crazy with my new recipe, Arroz a la Valenciana. I am on my second trial though. The rice was too soft the first time. For sure, I have perfected it by the time you’re back. We will soak our feet in the clear running water until our toes get wrinkly. And I will shower you with kisses until Venus decides to appear in the evening sky.
I am making tomato jam today. I will save some for you.
Until we meet again.
KUntil we meet again.
Lots of Love,
P.S. Some Fleur Chérie candles would be nice.
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