Have you Read?
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Childhood stories-- turned into lovers--two souls that grew up chasing dreams under the same sky.
But fate had other plans.
He died too soon--- or so she thought.
For three years, she grieved in silence...until letters started to arrive--always signed by a stranger, always UNREAD.
She never dared open them.
She couldn't bear the thought that someone was trying to fill a space only he could.
But little did she know,
It was him all along.
And the words she never dared to READ,
were the ones that would have saved her.
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