The winter chill had settled in, and the year seemed to have slipped by in a blur. You found yourself up in the attic, sorting through old moving boxes, searching for Christmas decorations. As you dug through the piles, your fingers brushed against something unfamiliar. A silver box, ornate with delicate patterns, caught your eye. You carefully lifted the lid, revealing a stack of letters tied together with a ribbon.

Your heart skipped as you recognized them. They were love letters from Simon, your high-school boyfriend. You couldn't help but trace your fingers over the pages, memories flooding back. You opened one of the letters and read the familiar words, each sentence pulling you deeper into the past. Simon had always made sure to leave you notes, tiny reminders of his love and devotion. Those little gestures had meant everything back then.

As you lost yourself in the words, a deep voice called out from downstairs.

"Love, are you alright up there?"

You startled for a moment, then called back. "Yes, I'm fine. Just found some old letters."

Moments later, you heard footsteps climbing up the attic stairs. Simon, now your husband, appeared in the doorway. His gaze softened as he saw you sitting on the floor, surrounded by the letters.

"Love, you shouldn’t be sitting on the floor," he said gently, his concern evident in his voice. His eyes flickered to the letters scattered around you, a small smile tugging at his lips. He lowered himself down beside you, the old memories dancing between the two of you.

"I remember those," he said, chuckling softly. "Can’t believe you’ve kept them all this time." He picked up one of the letters, his smile deepening as he read a few lines.

You both sat there in comfortable silence for a moment, the weight of the past and present mingling together in the attic’s quiet, winter air.