Isadora
"I miss you, Logan." I whispered, letting go of him to stare into his eyes.
Our eyes were locked together, and I felt a rush of memories flooding back. I couldn't help but express how much I've missed him.
"I miss you more, baby girl," he replied, his gaze getting more intense.
He cleared his throat, as he could also feel the room getting hotter, and picked up another letter to read.
The letters we exchanged as kids held the essence of our innocent connection, and reading them now feels like reliving our shared past.
"This was from the time I became obsessed with goth stuff," he laughed as I pulled out a black envelope.
"How did you not figure this out? I was a kid who always dressed in pure black, while Lucas loved dressing in bright colors," he said, pulling out his own l
