Prologue
"You have bewitched my body and soul" &
"You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire you".
Everyone deserves loves, & so do you and me, I would never forget your words.
Signed: Most Ardently YOURS!
I folded the letter carefully, tucking it inside my drawer.
The fifth one this month.
Every Saturday, without fail, it arrives—placed neatly in my locker like clockwork.
"No name, no trace, no one ever seen near it. And yet… it's always there." Waiting for me.
Like he knows I need it.
It's become a ritual now—me, holding my breath each weekend, hoping, yearning, for just one more letter.
His letter.
I don't know who he is. I've never seen his face.
But with every word, he heals something inside me he never even broke.
I call him my Mr. Darcy.
The man I've been searching for in a world that doesn't believe in grand, aching love anymore.
The one who hides behind ink and paper—telling me things no one else dares to say aloud.
He writes to me like I matter.
And maybe, just maybe… I believe him.
And then, I met him,
Maxwell Carter.
And I knew—
Not everyone deserves love....