with clumsy fingers.
Inside was a single sheet of paper, folded into quarters. The ink had faded, but the words were still legible.
If you’re reading this, then someone has finally found the courage to bring the suit back.
I hope it is a day filled with love.
I hope the person wearing it understands that the suit was never meant to represent money, status, or appearances.
It was meant to remind us of a promise.
And if you are standing beside someone who loves you enough to wear it
