Ch 179: The Silent Listener.

She talked too much,

And I had all the time to listen.

She never knew my identity,

Just enjoyed the letter, I had written.

She never got to see the man,

Behind the hidden letters on her purse.

I wasn't the man she was longing for,

And it felt like a curse.

She loved the character,

Not the person who wrote it.

She gave her heart to the person in that letter,

And who am I to break it?

I wanted her to be happy,

So I let her enjoy her fantasy.

I was happy, my letters did the magic,

Full of love and ecstasy.