Please Note: this is 100% fiction.
Dear Mary,
Winter came early this year. I went to our old stomping ground and there was snow on the ground. Snow in September, can you believe it?
Mary, I know you’ll probably never read this but I’ve missed you. I wish you were here with me. I would’ve been glad to make you the happiest person. All I ever want is to see you happy even if it meant jumping across a field of burning lava. I don’t care if you’ll ever forgive me, just hope this note finds you well and I’ve missed you, truly.
With Sincerity,
John
(100 words)
This is Another Story 
I am left wondering; will she read the letter and will she reply. I expect Mary has moved on.
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Me too. I want the rest of the story now!
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I don’t think she will reply and yes, I, too, suspect she’s already moved on.
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How sad to write a letter he knows she’ll probably never read. He needs to find her.
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I think that would be the manly thing to do.
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Aww, such a moving story
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome
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I couldnt help but feel that she was dead and that he had killed her!
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I also have the same suspicion.
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This was a heartbreaker, Dahlia. So well-written and poignant.
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Thanks.
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An excellent epistolary story. Nicely done.
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Thank you. 🙂
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i doubt that he even sent the letter. she could have been missing, address unknown.
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Good point! He could’ve done something to her and writing her letters could be just illusions.
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Beautiful post ✉️
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Thank you.
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