Love Letters

I can’t remember what she looks like. She told me that she never wanted to see me again. And that I should not try to contact her in the future.

I put all of the photos that she gave to me into a manila envelope, along with all of her love letters. Late that evening, I sneaked past her aunt’s house, where she was staying, and stuffed the envelope into the mail box.

Did I remember to put her name on the envelope? If I didn’t her aunt must be quite confused…

Love Letters

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