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His Voice
His voice was music to my ears. The way he leaned against my heart and spoke softly gave me butterflies. His hand reached out and interlocked with mine. He cuddled into my sweatshirt as he spoke,
”What is this?” His eyes shot the book sitting next to us.
My cheeks flushed pink and I felt my body warming to his cold touch. “Famous Love Letters. They were written by famous artist, writers, and war heroes to the women they loved.”
I could hear the smile in his voice when he said, “I’ll be in there one day. My love letters to you will be the source for dreamers and lovers of course.”
My fingers curled around his soft brown hair and my mind played with the thought of our romantic love letters.
“Dear My Love,
You are the sun that guides me through the darkness.
The flower growing in the garden, the most beautiful one.
You are my everything - My Love.
I wake to the thought of you.
I fall asleep to the realness of having you.
I miss your smile - that can be seen from across the world.
And your eyes are the source of all my happiness.
You will forever be - My Love.”
As he finished, he stared at me with a smile. His voice flowed smoothly and filled me with joy.
He was My Love.
guided by love letters of the past