old letter

She finds it in a box, tucked away in a corner of her closet. An old letter, one she wrote but never sent. It's addressed to him, the one she loved. The one she lost. She reads the words, feels a pang of sadness. It's been years, but the emotions still linger. She thinks about what could have been, what should have been. The letter is yellowed, the ink faded. But the words are still there, still raw. She reads them, feels a lump in her throat. She thinks about him, wonders what he's doing now. She folds the letter, puts it back in the box. She closes her eyes, remembers the past. The memories come flooding back, like a wave crashing on the shore. She opens her eyes, takes a deep breath. The present is all she has now. The past is just a memory, a reminder of what could have been. She looks at the letter, feels a sense of nostalgia. It's a reminder of the love they shared, the love they lost.