Love Letter
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Ever wondered what it would be like to live in the past when love letters were still a thing? Not just any love letters-the kind written with actual ink and quill, maybe even sealed with a drop of blood if you're into that sort of thing. Okay, maybe that's a bit too fictional. That only happens in fantasy novels-or any romance novel with a regency theme.
But what about a simple, handwritten love letter? Just pen and paper. No theatrics. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to receive one?
Yeah, me neither.
In a world filled with instant messaging and emails, who even has the time to sit down, write a letter by hand, and mail it to someone's doorstep? Love letters are practically extinct.
Which is why I was completely caught off guard when I found one lying in front of my door. An actual, physical love letter. Not regency-style, but sealed in an envelope with a wax heart stamp. Bonus points to the sender for choosing pink paper.
Cue my mix of emotions: confusion, excitement... and just a little bit of horror. Because, let's be real-this could mean I have a stalker.
But as I read the letter, that fear faded. This wasn't some creepy obsession. This was an actual secret admirer letter. And now, I find myself waiting-anticipating-the next one.
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