親愛的，讓我給你講一個(gè)睡前小故事，或許它能給你帶來(lái)一些溫暖和希望。
故事發(fā)生在你我相遇的夜晚。記得那天，你 lying in your bed, looking at the stars through your window, when I walked into your room holding a small, handwritten letter. It was addressed to you, but somehow it got stuck in a storm, and I never saw it again. Every night since then, I would lie awake, wondering if I could find that letter, if only to apologize for not being there when you needed me most.
But one morning, I found it in your mailbox. Inside was a single sheet of paper, folded neatly. It was addressed to me, and when I opened it, my heart leaped. It was a love letter I had written months earlier, but with your name at the end, it felt like it was meant for me. It was simple, but it had something I hadn’t realized before: it had been waiting for me to find it, to remind me that you still care, that you still believe in me.
Now, every night, I sleep with that letter in my pocket, a reminder that love doesn’t disappear just because things get hard. It might take a storm to make you realize how much you need me, but when I find you in that moment, when I see the way you smile or the way you hold your hand, I know that I’m not alone. I know that you’re still out there, waiting for me, just like I’ve always believed.
晚安，親愛的，相信我們，我會(huì)一直陪在你身邊。
