She didn’t know what she’d see, opening a slightly tattered envelope. 

She wasn’t prepared for a cardiogram. 

The tears made it hard to read but she saw it. In tops of ‘t’s and descents of ‘y’s, in curves of ‘e’s and ‘v’s, in every dot above ‘i’s, she saw the rhythm of his heart, beating because of her, for her. 

She raised her eyes and his look told her better than words that nothing had changed since.