When you’re not here, I always want to send you something. A reminder of home, something to coax you back sooner. I wish I could send you a hug or a kiss, but they rarely travel well. I’d send my love, but you already have it.
Yours,
Anonymous
the many faces of love letters, only without the names
When you’re not here, I always want to send you something. A reminder of home, something to coax you back sooner. I wish I could send you a hug or a kiss, but they rarely travel well. I’d send my love, but you already have it.
Yours,
Anonymous