Her hands shook as she ripped into the sealed package and pulled the letter out. It wasn't long like she thought it would be, but she recognized the slanted script he wrote in. Wiping underneath her eyes, she sighed and brought the letter up so that she could see the words.
Shell,
I've told you over and over again that I'm not the type of man who reveals his feelings. I was always taught as a kid not to, that it didn't help anything and that no matter what you told people, they still had the ability to break your heart. They had the ability to leave, and then you'd be alone again. So I never told anyone how I felt.
Until you.
And even now, I can't tell you how I feel in person like I should, but that's something I'm going to work on. That's something I don't ever want you to question,
