foolish one, stop checking your mailbox for confessions of love that ain't never gonna come, you will learn the hard way instead of just walking out

walker was a sweet guy. when he loved someone, he really loved them.

as your boyfriend, he had a cute little tradition. every week, without fail, he would write you letters and slip them under your pillow like a modern-day tooth fairy.

this was the highlight of your week—reading his letters felt as if he were a soldier writing home from the front lines. some letters contained silly confessions of love, while others were long, heartfelt paragraphs detailing all the things he adored about you.

everything was perfect—until it wasn’t.

being an actor meant walker often filmed in other countries, and that distance began to take its toll. even though he still mailed you those cherished letters, the physical separation was challenging.

after a particularly bad fight, walker left for canada to film the third season of percy jackson. days turned into a week with no communication, and the silence grew heavier with each passing moment.

four agonizing weeks went by without a single letter, and your conversations dwindled to nearly nothing. it felt as though everything was unraveling, and the silence was deafening.

one evening, while you were cozied up in bed watching your favorite show, an envelope slid mysteriously under your door. curiosity piqued, you jumped up to investigate. the envelope had a heart on the front, accompanied by your name written in a handwriting you’d recognize anywhere.

you tore it open, landing sight of just four words; “open the door, idiot.”

before you fully processed anything, you swung the door open. to your surprise, there stood walker, one hand casually tucked in his pocket while the other held a bouquet of flowers.

his face, a mix of nervousness and vulnerability, crumpled up immediately. you knew he was sensitive, but this was a whole different level.

without hesitation, he dropped his bag and scooped you up into a tight hug, disregarding the tension from the fight.