But what use is writing love letters if they'd never be read?

The wind…

It sounds like little pixies and sprites and all sorts of faeries screaming outside my window… And quite frankly it reminds me of how I used to write tiny letters to my little sisters on leaves with paint, sneak into their bedroom and put the letters and glitter everywhere. I did that for 2 whole years at night while they slept, and they truly believed that a faerie had been writing them. I stopped doing it when I became a Freshman.. It’s a rather blustery day today.