Love letters

How are you? I hope you are doing good. 

I know it's been a while, but you see things didn't end well at my side, I was still stuck in that part of story where you said you loved me. 

I wrote hundreds of letters to you,  did you not read them? How can you, because I never sent it them to you, I just kept it folded and hidden  in between the pages of my journal and over a period of time I lost that as well. 

 I found those letters after 2 long years while I was packing my things to move out, but I didn't open them. I just kept it in a box labelled "attic". 

As I moved into the new city I thought I will make a new start and move on from my old life my old self, and it was going all well, until I met him.

He asked me if I ever wrote love letters in this modern age of texting where people confess there feeling over messages. And I just smiled and said yes I did, lots of them addressed to just one person. He asked me if he can read those, and I just nodded my head in agreement. 

After coming back home, I went to the attic and opened that box, took out the journal and sat beside the fireplace, as I opened the journal and touched each of its page as the mother caressing  her long lost child. And in between the pages I found those letters, with a sinking heart I opened the folds of the letters and started reading them one by one. 

The next day I posted him those letters, and in a note I wrote "Read it and let me know how did you find it for our next coffee."

I met him again today for our coffee, he had a strange look in his eyes which made me wonder if he read those letters. I asked him "So how did you find them?"

"What?"

"The letters."

He took a pause looked outside the window as if he was contemplating on what he should say. 

 "I am glad you didn't send those letters."

"Is it that bad? I know it's foolish as I re-read them before posting then to you. I know I would have written much much better than those."

"No, its not foolish. I am afraid that if you would have sent those letters, he would have never left you, and we would have never met like this. And I would have never got the chance to read those."

"So, how about using your magnificent writing  skills now and write some love letters to me, much- much better than those?"

And you know what I just smiled, thanked my luck for saving those letters in between the pages of my journal, and thought that maybe it was meant for him to read and not for you.

I hope you are doing good. As for me I am doing great, for finally I have found the kind of love which was meant for me and more importantly, my letters found an address to be posted to.