Disbelief. Delight. Slight confusion.
"Could it be? I have never received a love letter before."
If only ...
No letters of secret yearning or afternoon trysts.
Tucked between the yellowing pages of books read long ago.
Bound with silken ribbon, concealed by layers of satin camisoles and knickers.
Treasure, filed in an elegant silver box for safe keeping, for remembering.
"I was loved once."