it all started with a letter i found inside the mailbox.
"for you"
and so i opened the envelope and the smell of scented paper greeted my nose. i unfolded the paper and i can easily tell that it is a girl's handwriting. maybe some cheerleader from school sent this.
hello, stranger! i bet you're the one in charge of checking the mail, huh? you don't know me and so do i, i don't know who you are but i am writing a letter to you.
if you're going through some problems and might have cried yourself to sleep or told yourself that you can't do it anymore, i'm here to remind you that as long as the sun shines at day, the moon brighting up at night, and starts glistening in front of your eyes, things will get better. maybe not today, not tomorrow, not after you read this letter, but one day you'll wake up and your days will magically turn brighter and better. so keep your heap up and drop those razors!
someone is going to love you madly, deeply, and infinitely. i promise.
love,
m . n . m
and found a small pink paper inside the envelope too.
"PS
if you need anyone to talk to or just merely anything, write back to me! P. Sherman 42 Wallabay Way, Sydney."
YOU ARE READING
letters ↠ lh
أدب الهواة"letters like this aren't easily deleted like instant messages, these are papers that have great value. i hope you understand."
