Our life is like a storybook. We have the opening, the rising action, the climax, the falling action and finally the end.But have you ever wished you could actually read it? Or perhaps, written it down for others to ponder upon?He had no story of his life written down- but his love life was.The precious memories with her were all written down in black ink that blemished the crisp, white paper.The letters she wrote, was her old story. ForewordHer: his lover. Her: his angel. Her: his life. And these precious letters was the only thing he had of her.       Kim ______       &     Han Sekyung   ©bluegirl2: PLEASE DO NOT PLAGIARIZE, COPY, or PRINT. The main character may be pretty obvious, but please dont hint out in the comments!! Just use the man. Subscribe, Upvote, and Comment! Thanks <3 A/N: Hello there~ I know I still have His Daughters Sequel to be put up- dont worry. Im still in the process of thinking through the plot and writing it. I want it to be.... satisfying. Something I could be proud of. This is just a little drabble I found myself writing so... Its kind of like an experiment. Ok so.. um enjoy c: