Dear Helen,
I will never forget this day. I could still clearly recall the day that we met on a rainy Valentine's night. You were alone, soaking wet sitting on a park bench cursing a guy who never came. I offered you a ride home but you shouted at me and said that all guys are jerks. My competitive side triggered and that night, I told myself that I will prove you wrong. You finally accepted my offer and got into my car. I drove you home. You thanked me and almost kissed me good night but it never happened. My lips still awaits for that kiss, darling. I'm forever yours faithfully.
Love,
Jean
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It Started in Paris
Chick-LitLauren goes to Paris for a business trip. She ignores the countless love letters that arrives at her door in her apartment in Paris. Her curiosity clicks her into opening the letters. Someone named Jean Hughe is the writer of the letters for...
