Love notes

It’s not the same when he writes me love notes, the words don’t have that southern accent I swoon over.

The sound of his voice, a warm hug on a cold night, can’t be captured in the curve of his o’s or the angles of his l’s.

His touch, tender as a summer breeze, caressed the paper, but not my skin. I don’t feel that shiver of anticipation holding a leaf of parchment as I do when he is holding my hand.

Pages are all I have now. Perfumed with his scent, his touch, his words, but still not him.

Inspiration: Accent
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I believe all good fiction includes an element of truth, and all good photography includes an element of fantasy. In this journal I hope to give voice to the stories swirling around in my head, and to capture the images I see through my camera’s lens.

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