Chloé strokes her hair out of her face, moving her spoon, lost in thoughts, through her coffee.
Taras brown eyes just won't get out of her head since hours.
She watched her coffee and how it moves with the spoon.
The same beautiful brown.
She sights and reaches after her pen, then beginning to write.
Hello Tara,
it's okayif I'm not the woman of your dreams and also not the woman you danced with on your prom.
But I want to be the woman, who in twenty years will still sit in the kitchen, starting at her morning coffee, wishing she would have taken less milk because her coffee now is to creamy to represent your beautiful dark brown eyes.
I want to be the woman who will always love you and carry you in her heart.
Endless love,
Chloé
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letters to her (English)
RomanceA teacher. A student. And unspoken feelings. This school year is getting to an end and Chloé is watching her students packing their stuff. And now she'll never see Tara again. (Dont read if you havent checked to tags.) (There is a TW!) (Dont read if...
