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Dear Waverly,
Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.
I know this is different from my usual texts, but I can’t take another “unable to send” message, and I filled up your voicemail inbox a week ago. Call me old-fashioned, but a letter makes my words feel so much more real. If I can’t see feel have you with me, then let my pen to paper be the closest thing.
My leg is on the mend. I’m able to get around without crutches now, but it’s still frustrating difficult to go up and down the stairs. I managed to hobble around enough to pick some flowers for you. Roses aren’t exactly in bloom around the Homestead, so I hope phlox will do. They smell really nice and remind me of your perfume. I even got you some of those vegan chocolates you like. You’ll have to thank Rachel for that since I can’t exactly drive into town with my cast. I convinced her to buy a little extra something that I hope you'll like. No spoilers though. You'll get to see what it is when you return.
I think you’ll really like Rachel. She reminds me of Wynonna in that snarky, secretly vulnerable a softie sort of way. I hope Wynonna has found you and Doc by now. I have no doubt she will. God, I miss you, baby. I miss you all, even your sister. I haven’t found the strength to enter your our room. I’m afraid I don’t want to see the unmade bed we woke up in, mere hours before I lost you. It fucking hurts to even think about it. I’ve taken to sleeping on the couch, and Rachel has commandeered Wynonna’s room. I think she’s dug up five bottles of whiskey already. I’m thinking I’ll crack one open tonight for you.
Please come back to me soon, Waves.
Love,
Nicole