Lisa had always found joy in her work at the post office. Day after day, she handled countless packages, each one a small mystery wrapped in brown cardboard and layers of tape.

She had a routine she loved, and her work was made even more enjoyable by her colleague, Simon. Together, they had formed a habit of imagining the lives behind the packages they handled.

“Maybe this one’s a board game for a family night,” Lisa would guess with a grin, holding up a medium-sized box.

Simon would chuckle, always ready to add his own twist.

“Or it could be a guitar for a teenager. You know, sent by his grandma, so he can finally start that rock band he’s been dreaming about.”

They’d laugh as they continued sorting packages. It wasn’t just about getting the job done—it was about turning the routine into something fun.

Every package had its own story, even if they had to make it up. This light-hearted game made the long workdays go by quickly, leaving Lisa content with her simple but meaningful job.

One evening, after their regular shift had ended, Lisa and Simon were assigned to clean out the storage room.

It was a dusty, forgotten corner of the post office where old packages sometimes fell from the shelves and got overlooked.

It wasn’t glamorous work, but they always found a way to make it bearable. They spent their time sorting through neglected parcels, placing each one back where it belonged.

As they were working, Simon’s hand brushed against something buried under layers of dust.

He pulled out a thick, heavy box that seemed to have been sitting there for years. The cardboard was worn, and the label had yellowed with age.

“This one’s ancient,” Simon remarked, brushing the dust off with his hand.

Lisa leaned in to get a better look.

The address label was barely readable, the ink faded from time, but a small note was attached to the top of the box. It read, “For my beloved Loreen. I will love you forever.”

Lisa’s heart skipped a beat as she read the message aloud. The words were simple, but they carried a deep sense of love and sincerity.

There was something profoundly touching about the note, especially considering how long it had likely been sitting there, lost and forgotten. She felt a lump form in her throat.

“Who do you think sent this?” Lisa wondered aloud, glancing at Simon.

Simon was already checking the computer records, frowning as he typed in the information.

“It’s not in the system,” he said after a moment. “It must have been lost during the recent update or maybe it never was in the system in the first place.”

Lisa stared at the package for a moment, her mind racing. The note seemed so personal, as if it had been sent with love and care.

The idea that it had never reached its intended recipient didn’t sit well with her. This package had waited long enough—it deserved to be delivered.

“I think it’s time we deliver this,” Lisa said firmly, her mind already made up. “Better late than never.”

Simon nodded in agreement. He could see the determination in Lisa’s eyes. She wasn’t just going to let this be another lost package.

This one, with its heartfelt message, was too important to be forgotten any longer.

Lisa couldn’t shake the feeling that this package was special, something far beyond the usual deliveries she handled every day.

The heartfelt note on the box echoed in her mind: “For my beloved Loreen. I will love you forever.”

It was clear that whoever sent it had poured their heart into it, and Lisa knew it needed to reach its destination—no matter how late it might be.

Without hesitation, she made a decision. She would deliver the package herself. After carefully loading it into her car, she began the long drive, determined to reunite this package with its intended recipient.

The address took her across the state, through winding country roads and small, quiet towns she had never visited before.

As she drove, thoughts about Loreen swirled in her mind. Who was she? Had she waited for this package? Did she know it had been lost, or had she given up hope long ago?

The sun began to dip below the horizon as Lisa finally approached her destination—an old house tucked away among tall trees.

The home looked weathered, much like the package she carried, but it stood proudly, as if time had merely brushed past it.

Lisa pulled up, feeling a flutter of nerves and excitement. What if Loreen no longer lived here? What if this message from the past brought back painful memories?

Stepping out of the car, Lisa clutched the package tightly to her chest. With every step up the creaky porch stairs, her heart raced a little faster.

Reaching the front door, she took a deep breath and knocked, ready to bring this long-lost piece of love back to its rightful owner.

A middle-aged woman opened the door, her face showing a mix of curiosity and surprise. Lisa stood there with a warm smile, gently cradling the dusty package in her hands.

“Hi,” she began softly, “I work for the post office. I found this package in our storage room. It’s been there for years, and this address was the destination.”

The woman, who Lisa now knew was Loreen, blinked, her eyes locking onto the package as if she was seeing a ghost.

“For who?” she asked, her voice trembling with disbelief. The tone in her voice made it clear that she wasn’t just surprised—she was shaken.

“The note on the box says the name Loreen,” Lisa said, nodding as she extended the box.