On the day we got our marriage license, he handed me a key and the password to a mailbox.
“If anything comes up, write me a letter.”
So we lived under the same roof, yet spoke to each other through letters.
No meeting, no arguments, just the little details of daily life and quiet tenderness.
It wasn’t until the 365th letter that I found out:
He had written “I love you” in his very first letter.
Marriage first, love later | Older man, younger woman | A slow-blooming romance
This is a long-distance love story told through letters,
and you’ll want to open every last one in a single sitting.
It's good-looking, and the male protagonist is too gentle, right?