Letters I Never Sent

If stories were written the moment love decided to show up, Louve never would have believed this could be hers.

They were never meant to be anything more than familiar faces. It wasn't sudden. It wasn't loud. It was the kind of connection that built itself quietly, unnoticed, until it was already there.

For Louve, everything felt like a now-or-never moment. She learned to write her feelings instead. Letters became safer than confessions. Ink carried the words she was too afraid to say out loud.

When love finally found its way in, it sometimes came with handwritten letters, soft promises, and words meant to last. Love was written carefully, folded neatly, and given with the hope that it would be kept. But sadly, not everything written could be delivered.

Some words never reach their destination.
Some feelings stay folded between pages.

And some love are remembered not for how they ended - but for everything that was never said.