Later, My Love

Later, My Love came from a day I needed tenderness so badly that I wanted to send it ahead of me.

I was sitting at work — exhausted and quietly unraveling. I knew there would be another day like this (because life!) and when that day came, I wanted love to already be on its way.

I looked everywhere for someone who could help my future self receive the letter I wrote that day and found a shop in Paris of all places (Of course). I longed to teleport there immediately, but unfortunately, if I had enough money for a plane ticket to Paris, I probably would have felt a little less hopeless that day. Joking. Not joking.

There is something about a letter in your hands; a proof you can read back to yourself, a perspective in time.

I had signed that first letter: Later, my love.

And that is how this began.

This exists for the day you need some tender, loving care or maybe for just another Friday. Either way, it gives me a reason to casually recite poetry, pretend we live in 1995 with loads of stamps and letters worth waiting for. 

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Your words stay completely confidential. They will never be shared, posted, quoted, photographed, or used without your permission.

AI is never used to write any letters. This is a human page from one feeling human to another. Every written-for-you letter is created by me (a real person, hello!) with care and respect for your story.

Sincerely,

Love (Yes, my actual name is Love, yes it is ironic). 

With my permission, you can read the letter I wrote to myself, and know what to expect if I write yours. The grammar might be faulty, but the feelings are real.