I can see the paper on the ground as I leave the grocery store. I am carrying two heavy bags filled with tonight’s dinner for myself and my love.
I wish the girl had been better at packing these grocery bags as she put most of the heavy items in one. She didn’t even double bag them.
I knew this would happen. My groceries are all over the ground. The bags broke as I knew it would. I feel like storming right back into that grocery store and telling that girl, that her carelessness has caused a lot of problems. I bend down to pick up my grocery and I realize that the paper I had seen a while back is a letter.
I pick it and then I glance around wondering if the owner is close by. I begin to read the letter. I can’t believe what I am reading, this man is a true romantic. I smile as I wish my love could write me such sweet words. You can tell how much he loves this woman.
I continue reading and I reach the end of the letter. I stop as my eyes scan the name of the author. My eyes wait for my brain to register and catch up. I know who wrote the letter. The wind picks up and sweeps the letter from my grasp.
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