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

“My cousin, Evan. We work together at the museum. He’s married to a wonderful man named Leo.”

I laughed out loud, the tension in my shoulders melting all at once!

“Well, I’m glad I asked,” I said.

“I was hoping you would.”

I leaned forward, heart pounding.

“Sue… would you ever consider giving us another shot?

Even now. Even at this age. Maybe especially now — because now we know what we want.”

She stared at me for a moment.

“I thought you’d never ask,” she said.

That’s how it started again.

She invited me to her house for Christmas Eve.

I met her daughter. She met my kids a few months later. Everyone got along better than I could have imagined.

This past year has felt like stepping back into a life I thought I’d lost — but with fresh eyes.

Wiser ones.

We walk together now — literally. Every Saturday morning, we pick a new trail, bring coffee in thermoses, and walk side by side.

We talk about everything!

The lost years, our children, scars, and our hopes.

Sometimes she looks at me and says, “Can you believe we found each other again?”

And every time, I say, “I never stopped believing.”

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