p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica;"span style="font-size: 12pt;"It was 10 long years until he saw her again. She was different now- slimmer, hair shorter and jewellery that almost matched. When she spoke, the words curled off of her lips with her cute voice. She looked at him now when she spoke, her confidence expressed by the way her hands were held on her hips. Her hands were still the same. Freckles dotted here and there and her fingers curling against the palm. "Eleanor" he whispered. "Park,I-"she stammered, unsure now of what to say. Neither of them spoke for what felt like hours until he spoke. "Don't Eleanor, don't make excuses for me."he managed to say, "you were nothing but perfect for me." She looked down at her feet, her shy demeanour suddenly coming back. Suddenly, she shuffled across the water bed ,her hand grazing across thin card. She instantly pulled her hand back and then picked up the postcard. "Y-you kept this?" She stammered. Park was speechless -he thought that he had hidden that in his drawer. "Of course I did Eleanor, it was the only letter you ever wrote to me." She grazed her fingers across the shiny surface and then flipped over the postcard. Just three words long. 'Is that why?'/span/p