Call it old fashion, but Simone French was smitten with a love letter. Not a text, email, or Facebook post, but a love letter sent through snail mail.
The prose wasn’t the corny roses-are-red-and-violets-are-blue stuff. The first letter contained short accolades for a job well done.
Soon after, the missives were filled with passionate words from a man who confessed the hidden secrets of his soul.
He revealed his unspoken weaknesses, listed his uncompromising desires, and unapologetically noted his subtle strengths.
Rice Taylor was ready to surrender to love.
Whew. Closing her eyes, Simone inhaled the faint lingering smell of roses on the beige plain stationery. She had a testimony. If anyone would listen, she would proclaim that love was truly blind.