He couldn’t remember actually writing the card, but he knew for certain that he had, and what he’d written. ‘Love always.’ It seemed, with the benefit of hindsight, like such a redundant thing to write so long after they had parted ways, but nevertheless, there it was. She had never acknowledged that she’d read it, but he knew that she had. Had there been any societal precedent for such a retraction, he would have taken back the sentiments just a few weeks later. How could she? How could she have said those things about him? Some were true, granted, but even those that were true were private, while some were complete fabrications.
I wrote a short story type thing. Have a wee read of it if you want.