Hi everyone! It's #TBT time again! 🌷
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‎Last week, I decided to revisit my old wardrobe in the storage room. It has been a long time since I last wore my favorite clothes, especially after my pregnancy.
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‎Now that my baby is a year old, I feel a sense of readiness to wear something that once made me feel confident and beautiful.
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‎So I rummaged through dusty boxes, carefully pulling out pieces.
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‎As I delved deeper, I unexpectedly discovered a clear plastic bag filled with colorful papers.
Intrigued, I opened it and saw my handwritten letters to my husband.
It brought back memories, the excitement of new love.
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‎It was on the 24th of every month that I wrote my love letter to my husband.
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‎It was our monthsary so it became a little tradition that I cherish deeply.
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‎Normally, my letters are heartfelt poems, expressing how much I love him, and how grateful I am to have him in my life.
‎I love pouring my feelings into words.
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‎It's funny how these handwritten notes, with their imperfect loops and personal touches, carry so much more weight than social media messages or digital texts.
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‎You can see the love, the effort, and the emotion.
Looking back, I find it adorable and meaningful how these letters have stood the test of time.
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‎It was more than a decade of love notes tucked away in a plastic bag.
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‎It's like a little treasure chest.
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‎Actually, I had forgotten about these little efforts I used to make before.
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‎So reading through some of my messages brings back the memories.
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‎The days we spent together, the small surprises, and even the tears.
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‎All of it, made me realize that, if I were to choose how I want to express my love again, I would still prefer a handwritten letter.
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‎It's a way of showing effort and sincerity that no social media post can truly match.
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‎Good thing my hubby keeps everything and shows his appreciation!
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‎I'd be furious if he didn't treasure it. 🥹
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‎Until my next love and effort...
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‎Thanks for the visit! Have a lovely day. Buh-bye. 💗🌸
