Love Letters

Walking down memory lane with letters written by lovers long ago, especially my first true love.

Reminding me how loved and cherished I really was. With a hint of young love obsession. The same pages held by said lover long ago, the penmanship so crafted and the words dripping with dreams of being together forever.

I laugh out loud as I read of growing old and reminiscing about old times together, as I do this now not with you, but walking back down those roads nonetheless. I wonder if you might have a sudden remembrance of me too now, as years are connected by these roads of the heart making me feel so close again.

I laugh more than once, correlating my journals with your notes and our crazy times, experiencing young carefree life together and how our parents grounded us for two days until we snuck out again. They loved us together, though, and couldn’t get mad.

You wrote that we were a popular couple, and we were. We outlasted most of those high school relationships and we had flair. We were uniquely ourselves and not afraid to show it. We were inseparable. We celebrated us.

As I read, it’s hard to believe it really did end. There’s no remorse in this, as that’s just the natural progression of life sometimes. But I struggle to remember when and how it faded and ask myself if the story I’ve always told myself is true or if I imagined it all. At least I can now remember that I didn’t imagine the ferocity with which we loved and shared. And the lessons learned can never be taken away. They have only built a stronger foundation.

Yet it’s time to burn the letters and make space in the garage. There is a space in my heart, though, that won’t be cleared. Always in joy and gratitude will I keep your memory there. Thank you, for a real good time. And for expressing your love so eloquently. I wish you well wherever you may be.

With Love Always,