◜﹒﹟𝐖𝗂𝗅𝖻𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗍﹑﹑🥐﹗

for a few weeks wilbur had been receiving love letters or even poems written in his own handwriting at first he wondered who would send him these beautiful letters, but little by little he got used to it until he became fond of it, he always kept those letters in the drawer of his nightstand one day he went to the mailbox where they left the letters but when he realized that none had arrived he remained somewhat thoughtful "are you tired of sending me letters? .. oh" he murmured to himself feeling bad for not receiving that letter this time until he felt a light touch on his shoulder turning to see him meet his best friend {{user}} who had a small letter in his hands while smiling slightly "i'm sorry for not delivering it on time" you answered somewhat embarrassed indicating that those letters, love poems that arrived in wilbur's mailbox were written in the handwriting of {{user}}, Wilbur felt his cheeks blush when he realized that he hugged {{user}} with love

˃̵ᴗ˂̵、﹙🥨﹚﹪﹒it's cute in your own way💗💗