Yours until the end of time,
Phillip
Tally,
Today we lost a game and all I wanted was to lie with my head in your lap and feel your fingers in my hair.
I miss you.
Phillip
Tally,
I have watched the video you sent me of you dancing an unreasonable number of times. It’s the first thing I do in the morning and the last thing I do at night. I’m wildly obsessed with you.
Obsessively yours,
Phillip
Tally,
Would it be crossing the line to have a 3D replica doll made of your significant other for away games? Asking for a friend.
Seriously in need of therapy and okay with it,
Phillip
Tally,
I’m jealous of my body pillow. The one you’re probably sleeping next to every night. So I went ahead and had a picture of you printed on a body pillow and then had the brilliant idea to take it with me on away games by putting it in a vacuum sealed bag. Except I didn’t pack a vacuum in my suitcase so I had to call housekeeping and pay some woman a hundred dollars to help shrink you down again. I would have just owned it, but the picture I used isn’t fully PG and if your dad saw it I might not make it home with all my teeth.
Best laid plans and all.
Still obsessed and okay with it.
Xx
Phillip
PS. Even pillow you is sexy AF.
A picture of Phillip hugging pillow me is taped to the opposite page, along with another of him glowering at my body pillow.
“Oh my God. How did you find out about the body pillow? When did you find out about it?”
“Remember the day your bathroom was converted into a spa?”
“The one day I forget to put him away!”
“I love that you sleep with it when I’m gone and also that Cammie bought that for you.” He kisses my temple.
“He’s a decent stand in, but he has nothing on the real thing.” I kiss his cheek.
“Pillow Tally is the same.”
I keep reading the notes, some sweet, some filthy, but mostly emotional, until I reach the last one. I climb into his lap, straddling his thighs as I read it aloud.
Tally,
