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

Her father was polite but distant.

He promised he’d make sure she got it. I believed him.

Weeks passed. Then months.

And with no reply, I started telling myself she’d made her choice. Maybe someone else came along. Perhaps she outgrew me.

Eventually, I did what people do when life doesn’t provide closure.

I moved forward.

I met Heather. She was different from Sue in every way. She was practical, solid, and someone who didn’t romanticize life.

And honestly, I needed that. We dated for a few years. Then married.

We built a quiet life together — two kids, a dog, a mortgage, PTA meetings, camping trips, the whole script.

It wasn’t a bad life, just a different one.

Sadly, at age 42, Heather and I divorced. It wasn’t because of cheating or chaos. We were just two people who realized that, somewhere along the way, we’d become more like housemates than lovers.

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