My love, my darling, I've hungered for your touch A long, lonely time And time goes by so slowly And time can do so much Are you still mine? I need your love.

Yours truly, L.C

You browsed through the letters. Your heart thumping. All of the papers wrote about you. But they were written thirty years ago. The letters were all... preserved so well.

He wrote about the girl in his dreams.

Why does it feel like grieving for a lost love?