It's been a week since Frida left.
I wanted her to be here with me.
I looked out the window like a puppy for their owner when they are left too long.
Poor kid I heard Agnetha say.
Frida left which means ABBA's over.
Yes honey we are aware.
I hate this feeling it won't go away.
What feeling?
It's not sadness but it's more than that I feel melancholy.
Kennedy you're going to break Frida's heart.
I wrote to her three days ago.
I still haven't gotten my letter.
I think you oughta check the mailbox again.
Yay yay yay my letter came.
Dear
Kennedy
I love you bunches and I miss you terribly.
Everything is going well here I hope everything is going well for you.
Also I am touched by the letter you wrote me.
Love you Kennedy.
Love.
Frida.
That's so sweet Kennedy.
Dear
Frida
I love you bunches too I know you're very busy but I miss hearing your gentle voice.
I hope we can call soon even if it's for 30 seconds.
I really miss your kind heart.
Love.
Kennedy.
The phone rang all the sudden.
