A Message From Another Time
I sat down right there on the attic floor.
The letter wasn’t long, but every line carried weight. It spoke of school days, shared laughter, and promises that felt so certain back then. There was innocence in it—the kind that only exists before life gets complicated.
She wrote about moving away, about hoping we wouldn’t forget each other, and about a future she wasn’t sure she’d be part of but still hoped for anyway.
Reading it felt like opening a door I didn’t realize I had closed.
