Dear Russian,
I miss hearing your lyrical language in the background of my life. I miss having people around me teaching me new things about you every day. I want to know the way you work.
I used to think you sound gross and throaty and constantly unhappy.
I've come to love you in a way I can't even describe. I went on tour in London and listened to your relaxing tongue while driving around on a double decker bus. I had no idea what was happening but it was like a warm blanket of comfort after not hearing your sweet melodies for 24 hours.
I want to learn how to use you in my everyday life. I want to carry on conversations in you. I want to hear my voice embodying your loveliness.
In one year my love, you will be mine.
Love always,
Rye <3
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