The letters were kept in all sorts of places in the room, but were never forgotten. The older ones sat in a small pile on the book shelf, tears in the worn paper from excitably being opened upon their long awaited arrival. The more recent ones rested on her night stand, crumbled from accidentally being slept on. The newest letter was clutched against her chest, the ink smeared from tears and crumbled edges from being held so close. - //🌟Story Cover by hitomitqx on tumblr //Based off of my grandparent's relationship during their younger yearsAll Rights Reserved
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