Letters in the Wind

Sophia loved writing letters, even though no one ever seemed to read them. One chilly autumn day, she tossed a folded note into the wind, letting it drift down the cobblestone streets of her town. She never expected anyone to find it.

But someone did.

Ethan, a young musician with a quiet heart, found the letter caught in the branches of an old oak tree. The words inside spoke of dreams, fears, and an unspoken longing. Something in her voice, even written on paper, reached him. He wrote back, leaving his reply in the same tree the next morning.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. Every letter was a secret conversation, a growing intimacy neither had dared to express face to face. They began leaving notes in hidden places: under café tables, inside library books, by the fountain in the park.

Finally, on a windy winter afternoon, Sophia found a letter that was different. It didn’t hide between pages or branches—it simply said: “Meet me where the letters began.”

Heart pounding, she ran to the old oak tree. There was Ethan, holding a single white rose, smiling as the wind tousled his hair.

“I think,” he said softly, “we’ve written enough letters. It’s time to write our story together.”

Sophia smiled, tears glistening in her eyes, as the wind carried away their fears and whispered the beginning of a love that no paper could ever contain.