It’s not everyday you’d read love letters of a past lover of your partner.
“I’m throwing them away.”
I didn’t even think twice — I held back his hand, pleading for those letters.
“That’s odd”, he chuckled, “of course you can read them, it’s just unusual you’d want to keep them.”
It was the handwriting of a young girl desperate for love. It was small with meticulous curves — she mentioned your name a lot.
Her daytime dreams poured into words; those were the only thing she could depend on to bring you back.
She’d reminisced about the past, when you two were still together, before she wrote those letters that were simply the results of a broken heart, still unwilling to accept your farewell.
This girl who loved you, whom I’ve never even met, taught me a lesson that day.
And every time I read those letters, I’m reminded of a girl who I’d never want to be.