Amelia POV
I smiled at the social worker who came around and handed all the girls valentines.
I opened it and my eyes landed on a white envelope... how odd.
It smelled like bacon.
Confused, I tore open the envelope and pulled out a sheet of white paper, an all too familiar round handwriting staring back.
Tears rushed to my eyes as I read the words.
I told you I might be falling in love with you, Amelia Rose.
But I've been dying without you these past months.
I need you.
I found you.
I love you.
Yours,
Parker Emerson
The girls were staring at me like I was a alien creature from another world.
I could care less.
Than they were staring at the door with wide eyes.
I followed their gaze.
He was tall, with fluffy blonde bed hair. His eyes were dark... he was mine.
He was my Parker.
I knew it.
Especially when a little dog in a worn out green sweater barreled into the room and into my arms.
I buried my face in Fluffernutter's fur and sobbed.
Than I smelt a scent like hot chocolate and sour patch kids and warm arms engulfed me.
"Parker." I whispered.
He laughed softly.
"Amelia."
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Dear Amelia Rose | ✔️
RomanceAmelia was living the life, until a disastrous car accident took both her father and best friend. Feeling lost and alone she grudgingly signs up for a pen-pal program, determined not to grow close to the boy on the other end of the mailbox
