I Found a 1991 Letter from My First Love That I’d Never Seen Before in the Attic – After Reading It, I Typed Her Name into a Search Bar

“Yes,” I replied. “Just tell me when and where.”

She lived just under four hours from me, and Christmas was approaching.

She suggested we meet at a small café halfway between us.

It was neutral territory, just coffee and a conversation.

I called my kids. Told them everything. I didn’t want them to think I was chasing ghosts or losing my mind.

Jonah laughed and said, “Dad, that’s literally the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard. You have to go.”

Claire, ever the realist, added, “Just be careful, okay? People change.”

“Yeah,” I said.

“But maybe we changed in ways that finally line up.”

I drove that Saturday, heart hammering the whole way.

The café was tucked away on a quiet street corner. I got there 10 minutes early. She walked in five minutes later.

And just like that, there she was!

She wore a navy peacoat, and her hair was pulled back.

She looked right at me and smiled, warm and unguarded, and I stood before I even realized I was moving.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hi, Mark,” she replied, her voice just the same.

We hugged, awkwardly at first, then tighter — like our bodies remembered something our minds hadn’t caught up to yet.

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