What were they? A parting present? Payment for the time spent with him? Or had he sent them because he was just thinking about me? Should I even send them back to him, or what?
My heart slammed, and tears pooled at the corners of my eyes.
Sniffing, I began to read the note.
‘Baby girl,
I don’t know how to begin or what to say, honestly. I’m picking up this pen to write to you, and I realized that you’d be the first woman I’ll be doing this sort of thing for. What is this? A love letter? Goodbye letter? I have no idea, but I wanted to say I miss you already. I’m sorry we parted under such bad circumstances, and I accept it’s all my fault. Thank you for being with me, even when I strangely approached you. Every night spent with you in my arms was the best I’ve had in years. I wanted y
