“When you’re lonely,” he read. “When you’re having a bad day,” he said, flipping to the next one. “When you miss me. When we’re fighting. When we just finished a great day. If we break up.” His head popped up, and he frowned. “I’m tearing this one up.” “Please don’t! It’s four pages long.” He looked down at the envelopes again. “For now.” He opened the envelope and unfolded the notebook paper, reading over my words.
