In a way it felt like waiting for the postman every day.
Waiting for the postman to bring me a message from you.
A message in form of a precious gift.
It was nice gift.
Especially since it came so unexpected.
A gift, I loved more and more with each day passing by.
Because it was so special and unique.
Because it made me feel special and unique.
Because it warmed my heart to know that you have been thinking about me.
It was a gift that meant so much to me.
A gift, I never took for granted.
A gift, I miss so badly now.
© The Storyteller’s Garden
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