The Unspoken Connection

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Dear Meir


Have you ever thought? Why do you and I feel so connected? I visited our favorite countryside and took your letters with me. Do you know, whenever I get your letter, the mailman laughs at me and says, "Who sends letters nowadays when you're only one text away?" And I just smile at him. Because he’ll never understand the fragrance I feel when I open those letters, all my fingers running over each word, because they come straight from your heart.


When you write “my love” or “my dear,” it gives me butterflies all around me. You don’t know how many times I read your letter, over and over, until a new one arrives.


But have you ever thought? Why does my heart choose you? And why do we feel so connected?


Should I write this to you next time?


Yours 

Serene.




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