Monday, February 02, 2009


He wrote it in his best script.

In perfumed paper, and folded as how love letters should be during that time.

Some of the passages were copied from a small book on writing letters.

The intention, though, was from the heart.

He never knew if she read it.

Not until 21 years later.

She did and flushed it down the toilet after.

This he learned 6,772 miles from Edmonton.

They owned a store in Almaguer…

1 comment:

eggie said...

naks sa emote ang entry na ito pare!