Letters From New York - Abby Harrison (desktop ebook reader txt) 📗
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New York
Summer 1956
Dearest Scott:
I miss you, we arrived here yesterday but I was so busy I couldn't write you. My mom and her
friends and a bunch of spoil girls all around me, I wished for a moment to vanish and go to
Cape Cod to be with you but for now that is impossible. I still fill those kisses on my lips
and the way you kissed me so soft and sweet. How could I be away from you until next summer?
there most be a way to see each other, I guess I am dreaming. Scott promise me that if you fall in love with some other girl you would write and tell me, I need to know every thing that goes
inside your heart. I know that I would never fall in love with another boy, never.
I have to attend a tea party tomorrow, I feel so sick about all of this parties, they are so pointless and stupid. All this women dressed in the highest of fashions talking about Chanel
and the latest styles from Paris, could you believe such nonsense. I like to wear pretty clothes
but I don't care if it comes from Paris or a cheap shop in New York. I am a girl and all girls like pretty clothes, I think they do but I am not into designers like my mother is all the time and going to the beauty parlor to do her hair every week, why?, my father don't even noticed her, is like they are two strangers. I wondered why they got marry, they don't look that happy to me, that is why I want to marry the man I love, I don't want to marry someone who would treat
me like a stranger when times goes by, don't you agree.
I miss the ocean, the walks, holding hands and the nice time we spend talking and seeing the
waves crashed the sand, I miss all of it so terribly, I know that waiting is going to be hard
for me and I hope for you too. I hope that next Summer arrives soon for I know I would feel sad
without you, I miss your face and that smile of yours, the way you hold my hand and how it feels
to be so close to you. Summer is the best season for me because I can do whatever I want without the pressure of attending stupid balls. At the end of this week I have a ball, one of those society gatherings I hate so much, I wish I could find a fairy godmother that would take
me to you, my sweet love. Think of me like I think of you and every night when I go to sleep I
will dream with you.
Always and forever;
Anne
Text: c2011
Publication Date: 12-10-2011
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Dedication:
To the hero that inspire me this story...
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