Highest rank in General Fiction- #882 "I've always loved these kinds of days, I know you do too. Remember when we sat here on the porch, and drank our coffee in these mugs? I told you my deepest secret, and you never judged me. This swing on the porch, is growing old now, Just like us, I fear that it will break under my weight, but it hasn't yet. The wind is peaceful, and the tree's leaves are whistling, maybe they're talking to me, trying to tell me something. Anyways, till next time, love Yours Forever." A love story told through love letters left for a husband after his wife passed.