June 10th 1984
When I told you I loved you for the first time, I also told you I never want to live without you. I never want to be parted. I never want to wake up without you beside me. And I meant it.
So why did you have to go and enlist?
Why'd you have to do that and leave me.
I thought you were happy with me and the life we have here.
So why Zach why why why whyy
YOU ARE READING
The 2,000 Letters
Short StoryHe wrote 2,000 letters. One every day since they met. For 2,000 days. And not a day longer.
