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 had a daughter. Emily.

She’s 25 now. Thomas and I divorced after 12 years together.”

I didn’t know what to say.

“After that, I married again,” she went on. “It lasted four years.

He was kind, but I was tired of trying. So I stopped.”

I watched her, trying to see the years that had passed between us.

“What about you?” she asked.

“I married Heather. We had Jonah and Claire.

Good kids. The marriage… it worked until it didn’t.”

She nodded.

“Christmas was always the hardest,” I said. “That’s when I’d think about you the most.”

“Me too,” she whispered.

There was a pause, long and heavy.

I reached across the table, fingers barely brushing hers.

“Who’s the man in your profile picture?” I finally asked, afraid of the answer.

She chuckled.

Continue reading…