Dear Quinn,
I am alone again. The usual sound of the gargling stereo is my only companion. My heart longs to come home, but I know I’m safer here… we are safer where we are.
How are you? Is it cold? The loneliness that separates us thickens by time.
I am lonely without you, your smile, your voice, your hair that flows softly on your shoulders…
I swear I’d give anything to stop the world from coming at you, from coming at me.
Those schooldays we spent together, laughing in our little blue and green skirts, the white uniform blouse we wore..they are funny things to pull away, they always get wrinkled and we’re the only ones who know why.
I remember tracing lines over those blouse, the delicate laces over your generous teenage breasts. It is soft and sweet, I remember how I took them in my lips for the first time, a first for you and a first for me too. My breasts were as eager as yours to be kissed. To be loved, to be adored…
Dear Quinn, I will give anything to have you in my mouth again…your gentle pink lips are the sweetest cherries I ever tasted, juicy, plump, delicious…I wonder what you thought about mine. Can you tell me?
The sweetness never ends in your gentle, fair skin…it’s scent when I kiss them by the inch is intoxicating. I refuse to breathe if I wont be able to snuggle in your arms, breathing your fragrance.
I am alone and as usual, boys here in my new school are annoying, they always tease me as a snob, but I don’t mind they annoy me just as much as I am annoyed with the boys over there. haha.
My hair is still black and long, just how you want it. My lips are always in gloss but they are unfortunate not to be kissed by an angel like you Quinn.
I wear a new deep red uniform with a vest and a striped blue neck tie to match…we would have trouble getting them off again, just in case! 
Sometimes, I would imagine you here in my little room just above a busy store that sells handmade paper. I imagine you coming up to my winding steel staircase and showing up in that white dress you wore in the summer.
I imagine you in my bed, holding me. Your face propped on one hand while I lie in my white little dress too. I can almost feel your slim fingers touching my face then my neck to my breasts. I would give a small cry when you take one cup in your palms and start kissing the perky nipples. I would wait anxiously for the moment when you will pull up my skirt and find my thighs…that gentle, warm hand of yours would melt my skin, over and over I want you to touch me down there.
My heart would be racing and my eyes would be closed, I will keep a memory of your face, a resemblance to Boticelli’s painting The Birth of Venus, your round eyes that are adoring on my face, your dark, golden hair and your face that has small, cute freckles… you are a heaven to behold, Quinn. I wonder what you think about me, do you find me pretty too?
I’d kiss your lips with so much passion and our bodies would be on fire with every touch and stroke that we make. I would be keeping you in my arms, we will be knotted on the bed like dainty, little stems of budding roses…I will kiss your face and you will breathe my name over again, I will taste your sweetness down on your very depths and my tongue will love every, pretty skin that unfolds itself on my lips. My fingers will find your soft spot, a button that drives you wild, your hips will force itself on me and your legs will be folded on the sides of my shoulders. I love you Quinn, I will make you cum…
My fingers wont stop being crazy within you, I want to send your body into pleasurable shivers, your eyes will be fluttering delirious, your hair will be on your face, damp in sweat. I want you to call my name and cry out loud when you don’t want me to stop. My lips will always be searching for new skin to kiss, I will not leave anything forsaken.
When I’m done, your breathing wont be easy. You’ll be tired and panting from all these and swear to give it back. I want a retaliation, something that will make me find it impossible to forget even if I live to 150…
Fuck me Quinn, like you know how. Girls know what they want, we know what feels good, we don’t have to guess, we know where the knobs are and know how to work them.
My dear Quinn, tell me about your dreams… I heard you are going to stay in your Aunts house for a while. Tell me about the new place and your new friends. I’d like to know.
Forever young, Forever yours,
Megan