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

We sat and ordered coffee. Mine black, hers with cream and a hint of cinnamon — just like I remembered.

“I don’t even know where to start,” I said.

She smiled. “The letter, maybe.”

“I’m so sorry.

I never saw it. I think Heather, my ex-wife, found it. I found it in a yearbook upstairs, one I haven’t touched in years.

I think she hid it. I don’t know why. Maybe she thought she was protecting something.”

Sue nodded.

“I believe you. My parents told me you wanted me to move on. That you had said not to contact you again.

It wrecked me.”

“I called, begging them to make sure you got that letter. I never knew they never gave it to you.”

“They were trying to steer my life,” she said. “They always liked Thomas.

Said he had a future. And you… Well, they thought you were too much of a dreamer.”

She sipped her coffee, then looked out the window for a moment.

“I married him,” she added softly.

“I figured,” I said.

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