Written Hearts

ld, and her imagination knew no bounds. Growing up in the picturesque town of Willowbrook, nestled in the heart of

rought back tales of adventure and discovery. Emily would spend hours sitting at his feet, wide-eyed and captivated by his descriptions of

the world lay before her, full of promise and uncertainty. She had been accepted into a prestigious art school in New Yor

gotten relics of the past. Her parents were busy in the living room, discussing the logistics of her impending mo

h old mementos, she couldn't help but smile at the memories they invoked. There were faded photographs of family vac

lopes tied together with a faded ribbon. She recognized her own handwriting on some of them,

been assigned as pen pals in the third grade as part of a school project, and their friendship had blossomed through handwritten letters

eventually, they had lost touch. Emily couldn't quite recall when or w

ence of youth. Alex had written about his adventures in Europe, describing the grandeur of ancient cities and the taste of exotic foods. Emi

ecome a portal to her past, and she was reliving those precious moments of connection with Alex

the letters back in the box, tied them with the faded ribbon, and tucked the box under her arm. As she desce

er move to New York City, but Emily's mind was elsewhere. She excu

account. It had been years since she had used it to correspond with Alex,

e hadn't used in years. It was an old address, one that

l active. A draft of an unsent email from years ago appeared on the screen

nded, but I recently stumbled upon our old letters, and I couldn't help but think of you. I hope you re

he didn't remember her? But as she waited for a response, a glimmer of hope filled her hea