She told her friend that she writes every day. She writes every day. Little does she tell her friend that everything she writes, she writes for her lover. Each word that hits the paper, she penned for him. Every sentence construed hides glimpses of her feelings, feelings she only has for him. She says to herself, “I, I will write more than love letters”. And indeed, she has written more than love letters, from the mere looks of it. But if you look a little closer, beyond the surface of it all, all she has written so far is letter after letter after letter all secretly addressed with love, to him.