Dear Helen,
I laugh whenever I see my graying hair at the mirror. I wonder how you look now. I bet you look even more beautiful than the last time I saw you. I always visit that bench where I first saw you. There was not a day when I didn't sit and think on that very place thinking when I'll be able to see you again. Vous m'avez manqué, mon amour.
Love,
Jean
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It Started in Paris
ChickLitLauren 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...
