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Love Letters from the Past Shaina Tranquilino November 6, 2024

Mrs. Becker found the box on an ordinary Thursday, hidden at the back of a dusty shelf in her grandparents’ attic. She had come to help her mother sort through old belongings, but this box caught her eye, an unassuming wooden chest tied with a faded ribbon.

Inside, she discovered stacks of yellowed letters, all tied neatly with string and marked with careful dates, going back to the early 1940s. Her grandfather's handwriting covered the envelopes, every address penned in an old-fashioned, looping script. She sank onto the attic floor, pulled out the first letter, and began to read.

"To my dearest Margaret," it began.

Each letter painted a picture of her grandparents that she had never fully seen. Her grandmother, Margaret, had been vivacious, dreaming of moving to the big city, learning languages, seeing the world. Her grandfather, Edward, had been more grounded, content with small-town life but drawn to her ambition, enchanted by her dreams and her stubborn determination.

The letters revealed how they had been separated during the war, how Edward had written to her from distant military bases, each letter pouring his heart onto the paper in tender prose. "I miss you as the sun misses the evening sky," he wrote once. "I feel every mile between us like a weight on my chest, but knowing that your heart waits for me—just as mine waits for you—makes every step bearable."

Mrs. Becker felt a warmth rise in her chest, a sense of familiarity and longing she hadn’t known she shared with them. She read on, watching their love grow in ink on the paper as they recounted small moments of their lives: her grandmother finding joy in gardening, her grandfather feeling nervous before his first job interview after the war. They told each other things they couldn’t tell anyone else, opening their souls in these letters with a vulnerability and trust that moved her to tears.

The last letter in the pile was from her grandmother, sent just before Edward returned from the war. "When I think of you," it said, "I don’t see a perfect man, but I see my home, my joy, my dear companion, who makes me a little stronger every day."

As Mrs. Becker closed the final letter, she realized how different their love had been from the whirlwind romances she’d always imagined. It was quiet, steady, built on gratitude and understanding. She felt a renewed respect for the life they’d built, one of small kindnesses and laughter, of weathering storms and reveling in sunlit moments.

Standing up, she held the letters to her chest, feeling as if they had been written to her as well. She could almost hear her grandmother's voice, soft and gentle, reminding her of what real love looked like—not perfect, but true, built letter by letter, day by day.

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[bekimmusic]

He never thought he'd be the one to hurt her. He never wanted to be 'that guy'—the one who celebrates love one day, then forgets it the next. But that's exactly what he did. And now, she's gone.

She's not responding. She won't pick up the phone. All those times she looked at him with love, all the moments they shared, seem so far away. He’s standing there, wondering how he let her slip away, how his words caused so much damage. He didn’t mean to. But now… he’s sorry. So sorry.

All the 'I love yous' don't matter if you take them for granted. He sees that now. The loneliness is unbearable. His thoughts circle around what he could have done differently—what he should have done differently. But is it too late? He wants another chance, a chance to be the person she needs, the one she fell in love with.

He knows he messed up. He knows it’s on him to fix it. His heart aches for her, for what they had. For all the love he’s now missing. Will she take him back? Can they start over, put the hurt behind them? All he knows is that he needs her.

But love is fragile. And sometimes, sorry isn’t enough.

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[violetsinyoureyesss]

— 'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you, til my dying day

[angwytakoyaki]

| November 2018 |

Signs of Life

It was the afternoon of Sabbath

In a four-cornered room,

Signs of life were singing

So blessings will come soon.

But one flower stood lifeless,

For no music can make it bloom.

Until a dazzling sound of piano

Started playing a tune.

The piano's played by a man

Whose heart is like no other.

And so the rhythm of the instrument

Is as wonderful as its owner.

The musician kept on playing

Until the piano learns to sing

And the man knew the piano well

And the joy that it could bring.

Songs of grace were to be heard

Coming from this instrument

But still the flower remained lifeless,

Almost ready to lose its scent.

The piano kept on playing

For days and months and years,

Quite unsure of what's beyond

That sometimes it sings with tears.

The flower itself knew

That its petals would start to wither,

Like the roots from beneath

Die from the thirst of water

Roots cannot be seen

For in the deeeper ground it is hidden.

But the voice of the piano

Has lessen the flower's burden

The music of the piano

Made the flower wants to live.

It told about the musician

And everything He could give.

But the flower is too afraid

For it is not ready to forgive.

Forgive the other signs of life

For the burden that made her grieve.

Still the instrument kept on singing,

Trusting the musician's plan.

And this time, the flower was willing

To have a little light from the sun.

It knew what it needed:

Some daylight and some water,

And the piano showed the life-giving well

That its Master wants to offer.

The flower is still afraid

But it drank the water with trust,

And the piano patiently waited

Until the day has come at last.

The flower begins to sway

As the piano starts to play.

And as they grow together,

Tears were sent away.

Now the piano sings,

And the flower dance.

Finally, another signs of life

Have given love a chance.

| End |

[skyforgedsoul]

Yeah, I’m alive and re-writing my stuff.

Story of Us REWRITE

Darcy took in the two grown men that were sitting on her couch. One blonde, one brunette. Both hung their headds in shame, shoulders hunched forward and gazes pinned to the floor, unable to look her in the eye. 

“Seriously,” she ranted, pacing back in forth. “You’re meant to be super soldiers, not stupid soldiers!”

Steve raised his sad puppy dog blues eyes at her. “We’re sorry, Darcy we thought that we’d be doing you a favour…”

Darcy pinched the bridge of her nose. “Steve. Riddle me this, in what universe do you consider throwing my date across the room to be helping me out?”

“He was touching you!” Bucky protested. “He had his hands all over you and–” he stopped speaking as he finally noticed that he was only digging a deeper hole.  

Darcy’s icy glare zeroed in on Bucky. “Right, but that’s my problem to deal with. Not yours! Because stalking me when I am out on a date is fucking creepy and just not cool, dudes!”

“Yeah,” Johnny yelled from behind the kitchen counter, ice pack over his black eye. “Not cool to be following a lady around.”

[justabrokenstereo]

See me nervously pulling at my clothes and trying to look busy And you're doing your best to avoid me

The Story Of Us, Taylor Swift

[acoolchickouthere13]

June 16, 2010. 20 years old

[oneandonlyish]

I can still vividly remember the day we started talking. That feeling of instant connection and that “click.” We were excited. Our replies were immediate, long and full of enthusiasm. The conversation just flowed naturally. It’s like as if we have known each other for a long time. Before we knew it, weeks of amazing conversations passed by. But suddenly, it went from there to nothing.

[thestoryofustaylorsversion]

Day 8: Story of Us 📖

‘I’VE NEVER HEARD SILENCE QUITE THIS LOUD!’

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[taylorsnextchapter13]

Can we believe it’s been 8 years since @taylorswift said “next chapter” during Story of Us and we could finally be 6 days away from getting this next chapter!! Thank you Taylor for including us in your narrative once again!

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