I didn\'t expect to open my mailbox one summer morning and find an old letter stuffed between bills and a supermarket flyer.
Because the man who wrote these Letters is not the one sending them..
The Letters are full of promise, hope and love, but truth be told, I wish I could unread them all.
Each holds the confession from the one who still owns my heart.
Each heals a wound.
Each marks an event in the history of our epic love affair.
Week after week, new Letters appear.
Penned in familiar handwriting, dated over fifteen years ago, the letter was written to me after my first date with the man I\'ll never forget.
I didn\'t expect to open my mailbox one summer morning and find an old letter stuffed between bills and a supermarket flyer