They were just little notes. Harmless, they held nothing of importance they told each other. But every note was special to them.
It started out with simple I miss you's to what's this answer? They were short and sweet and innocence, but they grew longer. And they wondered when they became a need.
His were in Her trunk.
Hers were locked in His drawer.
They were secret, they were theirs.
Lily told him everything that no one else knew.
Teddy told her all his fears the ones that he kept hidden.
Everyone asked and they said that they were nothing, but would never let anyone read them. Why should they, the little notes were theirs and theirs alone.
The little notes grew and grew, till they weren't little anymore. But they didn't send everyone, she never sent her love letter and he never wrote those three little words, in a little note.