I invite you guys to read my new story, 'not wanting to forget'
Elizabeth Young is clearing out her attic for a move to a new house when she come across a box full of sentimental old junk. She is flicking through a bundle of cheesy love letters from her youth when there's letter amongst the pile she have never seen before the envelope is already open, but she can't recognised the handwriting. Who wrote it? And what happened for her to forget it?