Letter A

To whom it may concern,

I've just finished reading the last letter you wrote. It was simply written in a folded bond paper with these exact words on it: "I'm still into you."

It was nothing special, nothing really.

But who am I kidding?

Four words, five syllables - it was all it took for my cardiac muscles to start working fast and hard again. Blood started to pound vigorously throughout my body. My veins, arteries, and capillaries all seemed to be doing their jobs right.

Ah, I don't know what I'm talking about. I remembered I've got so many things to do but here I am, throwing away all my cares for a letter you can never read.

A letter for a letter you've written... for her.

Sincerely,

Your Friend