Sarah’s lips parted in surprise. “You’ve been writing to me all this time?” she whispered.
Daniel nodded, his voice trembling.
“Yes. I fell in love with your letters, with the way you saw the world, with your kindness.
But I was too afraid to tell you the truth. I thought you’d hate me for lying.”
Sarah felt a strange mix of emotions—shock, anger, relief—all swirling inside her.
She looked at him closely, seeing the genuine regret in his eyes, the way his shoulders sagged slightly as if he carried the weight of his secret for too long.
“You’re the one who wrote all those beautiful words,” she said softly. “Not him.”
“Yes,” Daniel admitted.
His voice was barely above a whisper now. “I never meant to deceive you. I just… I didn’t want it to end.”
Sarah took a step closer, her heart softening as she saw his vulnerability.
She thought of the letters—how they had given her hope and joy in moments when she felt most alone.
“I didn’t fall in love with a name,” she said gently.
“I fell in love with the words. And the man who wrote them.”
Daniel’s eyes widened in surprise. “You mean…”
“Yes,” Sarah said, her voice steady despite the tears glistening in her eyes.
“I’ve been falling for you this whole time.”
A smile broke across Daniel’s face, tentative but filled with wonder. He took a step closer, and then another, until they were standing inches apart under the oak tree.
The world seemed to fade away as they looked at each other, years of distance and longing melting into this moment.
When their lips met, it was as if all the words they had shared over the years had come alive, forming a bridge between them. It wasn’t just a kiss; it was a promise—a beginning.
Under the vast branches of the oak tree, with the moonlight as their witness, Sarah and Daniel finally found the love they had written into existence.
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