“Do you remember this part of our walk on our first date, when we timidly held hands? I was trembling with excitement. Your smile illuminated the entire cloister.
And then I turned and looked into your eyes. They were sparkling.
I still remember our first kiss. How can I ever forget?
You came into my life for a brief moment and left your mark on it forever”.
She held the old photo in hand and read his handwritten letter as she walked along the cloister.
It took him a decade to find her.
And now she had come to him.
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