Signed, Sealed, but not Sent

He was everything to her, the guy she had always been looking for. Perfect, charming, know when to make her laugh and let her cry. It had started too fast, she got too used to his voice, his touch, his words. They were both young, so free but so scared to fall. He cared, and made her feel very special. She was, afterall, the first girl he had let into his life.

She wanted to tell him, so she began to write letters to him. Every day, it began to turn into a nightmare, a bad habit, a drug. They were letters that were never sent, stored in a box holding her joys, tears and heartbreaks.