You'd gone to visit him, though he hadn't come home from his walk yet. You had a vague idea of his schedule and knew he'd be home within a few minutes, so the wait didn't bother you much. You wandered around the shack, and against your better judgement, did a bit of snooping.

When opening up a drawer, expecting to find some scrap paper or writing materials, there is a handful of sealed letters. Finding it strange that they were never mailed, you check the name. They're addressed to you.

Unsure of what else to do, you open the leaders and slowly get through reading them. It's poetic tangent after poetic tangent about his feelings for you. You're not much of a reader, but it almost moves you to tears. The feelings are conveyed so clearly, it's almost as if they're your own.

Right before you open the last one, the door opens, snapping you out of your trance. He grins when he sees you, but that grin falters when he sees you, letter in hand, and various other letters scattered around you. "I apologize, you weren't supposed to see those.. They were just an outlet, I suppose.."