FOR THE BOY WHO STOLE MY HEART, p.parker

𝑃𝑅𝑂𝐿𝑂𝐺𝑈𝐸

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//𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒//

SHE HAS KEPT A COLLECTION OF LETTERS FOR A WHILE NOW. they were letters far from the ordinary. they were personal, heartfelt love letters.

limiting herself to writing one letter a week, she scribbles each and every one of the feelings she's felt towards the guy in question. in a way, they were therapeutic- a way for her to unwind and cope with stress or rising anxiety.

it was the perfect way to channel all her concentrated emotions on paper, like a diary but instead of a journal or notebook, it was an envelope addressed to a crush. whether the letters were filled with lines of adoration or infatuation to summaries of her week and how she was doing.

each letter was enveloped, numbered, stamped and stashed away in a vintage hat box under the depths of her bed. despite the stamp and room for an address, there was no intention for the letters to be within any visible radius of the brown-eyed boy.

the most sweetest, kindest, gorgeous brown-eyed boy.
peter parker.