Dear

They were apart for four years, Jewel and Andrew. Both coping in different way, Andrew with his music, and Jewel with work. At least that's what she told him; he believed her until he found an old notebook tucked into the back of their closet. The pages frayed on the edges, and when opened faded a dull yellow colour. In the very top left corner, scribbled in her sloping cursive are the words, Dear Drew. Being who he is, Drew did the what he would do and closed the book. He closed the book, then demanded that his wife read it to him.

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