We were divided by cities

After so many years

Poems from Tate while in Spain:
I've given you my poems.Sometimes it's hard for me to imagine how you are alone with yourself there without me.And even though we were separated by cities, I did not stop loving you.At night I looked at the stars and saw you in them.I would close my eyes and imagine how you and I would walk through the rubble together, how much I wanted to be alone with you there.I'm afraid I'll never let you go.I realized who I was living for.You are my charming princess.My angel descended from heaven.I love you, Angela.(end)
Angela:
The girl was sitting on her wide bed, which was overflowing with various letters from the girl's fans on Valentine's Day.Angela squeezed the verses from Tate hard, missing a couple of tears.The girl asked to answer the verse with a verse, too, to make it clear that she cares about him, that she still loves him.
The girl comfortably positioned herself on the bed, taking out her favorite notebook with a pony from the countertop, she began to verse.
At first, the ideas did not immediately come to the girl's mind, but after a few minutes the text itself began to appear in her head.
Hi, Tate.My love for you is dangerous.I'm burning with feelings and boredom for you.I remember you promised me once to come and get me out of here.But I'm not one of the timid ones. I'll wait for you as long as it takes.However, you'd better hurry up, I've become very dependent on you.With love, Angela)
The girl put on lipstick and left a gentle kiss in the lower right corner on a piece of paper with a verse, leaving a romantic imprint of red lipstick.
A few days later, the girl went to the post office and gave the letter, but she was surprised by a medium-sized parcel.After taking it, she immediately opened it at home.It contained several letters of men's clothing and a book with the author Tate Holmes.The girl immediately realized these letters he wrote to her while still being next to him, these clothes were the first time he was wearing them when she met him, and the book did he really become a writer.Anjeda carefully lifted the book out of the box, examining it from all sides.
The table of contents inside it:
How I met the love of my life.
How I fell in love with her.
Why did you give her your clothes?
How he shone poetry at her.
How he gave himself to her.
And how I repeatedly regret that I did not leave with her.
A shiver of light goosebumps ran through the girl from the tables of contents, but the most interesting thing awaited her further.The girl curiously began to read every page, every word from Tate's memories of her.