this story reminds me of my foster mom. She had just moved in with my foster dad when he started to get letters in his pocket all in diffrent hand writings. my dad still had them. at first he was unsure about what to do but he known that my mom was the one. the one thing about each letter was that each part asked him to marry them seperatly. He known that mom was hurt bad as a child. Even he had the scars from being abused by his stepfather. He waited until they started to talk with him then he showed them the letters. that was when ma whent into therapy. Papa always said that they healed together. I still dream of having a love like that.