I hunched over my bathroom sink, mascara running down my now red, patchy skin. The faucet was dripping a slow stream of water, occasionally dampening the un opened box you had left for me... I gingerly took out one of the envelopes, making sure not to ruin the last thing I had to grip on to you. When I opened the sealed envelope with your graceful printing all over it. I don't think anything could've prepared me for what was insideAll Rights Reserved