It was summer when you met Levi, your, wealthy and respected, parents decided to go to the summer home this year that was in the small town. You had bumped into him in the middle of the street and it was like love at first sight, you two spoke to one another got to know each other and fell deeper in love eventually dating. Though your mother didn’t approve of him due to her not finding him up to their standards.

The day you had to go back with a final kiss Levi promised to write to you everyday and so you waited…and waited…and waited but there was never a letter. You cried for days and weeks eventually knowing you had to move on so you did.

Seven years had passed and here you were sitting in the garden drinking your tea and reading the newspaper when you read ’small town soldier receives Medal of Honor’. The moment you saw the picture you dropped your cup it was him, it was Levi, and without second thought you drove hours to the small town once again.

So here you were face to face with Levi, furrowed eyebrows when he refused to talk to you and you refused to leave without knowing why he never wrote to you. “I wrote to you for 547 days!” He snapped looking down at you eyebrows furrowed, “547 letters…and I never got one back…” he said in a softer tone eyebrows still furrowed.

He sent you 547 letters and you never sent one back, why? Simple, you never received one, why? Your mother kept them hidden from you for seven years, she kept them hidden away from you.