February 14, 1985
Hey Harry,
You don’t know how happy I am right now. I usually am not fond of the rain, but because of what you did today, I think I’m starting to like it. Thank you for sharing your umbrella with me. That was so sweet of you, Harry. Words would never be enough to let you know how you grateful I was for what you’d done. When our hands touched, even though it only lasted for a second, it felt like forever to me. There’s something wonderful about you, Harry. No. I’m not referring to your gorgeous smile that never fails to take my breath away. There’s more to you than meets the eye. It’s a secret buried deep down to your soul. And I guess it’s what has drawn me closer to you.
Because of you, I now have one good memory about rain. Whenever Mr. Sunshine’s not out and about; and Mr. Rainy Shoes has decided to go and save the day; I won’t feel blue anymore for he will remind me of you.
Laugh some more, Harry. Life is wonderful, mostly because you’re here in the world.
I love you more than the stars loves the sky.
Hopeful forever,
K
(Written on a piece of crampled paper)
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Hey Harry
Teen FictionA collection of letters written by a woman who, for some reason, never had it all mailed to the man she was in love with.
