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the f o u r t e e n t h letter

Dear Hunter,

It's Valentine's Day, and I'm alone for the third year in a row.

That hurts. It hurts to know that you're probably spending it with someone you love more than you ever loved me. It hurts to know that I'll probably never be happy on February 14th again.

When I woke up this morning, I took out the box from the chocolates that you sent to my house on our first Valentine's out of my wardrobe and read the note you put inside over and over again, knowing that your warm hand had once moved across this tiny piece of card, that your presence had graced it, that you had probably looked upon it once with a smile on your face, with a glint in your eye.

It said:

Maia,
Be my Valentine?
All my love, always
Hunter x

That note is pasted to my desk now, so that I can look over it as I write these letters and remember a time when I truly believed that you loved me.

All my love, always,
Maia.