“How much do you love me?”
The 8 year old girl smiled at her mother and spread her arms wide open saying “Thhhiisssss much.”
At 18, the sheets lay crumpled as she told her boyfriend she loved him enough to let him be her first.
She was 28 when she signed the register in a declaration of love as her fiancé became her husband.
One day at 38 her little boy had come home crying from the playground.
“Nobody likes me!”
“I love you baby” she said wiping his tears.
With outstretched arms she said “I love you thhhiisssss much!”
“How do you like this?”
Aman whistled looking at the glittering solitaire. “Who’s the lucky girl?”
“I’m going to ask Carrie to marry me”
“Congratulations! You two are perfect for each other!”
“I’d never have met her if it weren’t for you..”
Aman laughed “I hoped the two of you would like each other. I never imagined my date would end up with my friend instead of me and I’d be happy about it…”
“Here she comes. How do I look?”
“Like the Goddess you always are.”
Lysa smiled and got up to hug Carrie as she walked towards them.
It was an old coffee tin with rust covering most of it.
He sat on the bed and opened it to find yellowing pages covered in an unintelligible scrawl. They were so old that they were disintegrating along the creases. He couldn’t understand what was stranger; the fact that she had kept them for so long or that someone had spent so much time writing them.
“What’s this?” He asked her as she entered the room.
“They’re letters your grandfather wrote to me.”
“Why didn’t he just type them?”
She laughed and ruffled the hair on her grandson’s teenage head.
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