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

Heather and I split everything down the middle and parted with a hug in the lawyer’s office.

Our kids, Jonah and Claire, were old enough to understand.

And thankfully, they turned out okay.

But Sue never really left me. She lingered.

Every year around the holidays, I’d think of her. I’d wonder if she was happy, if she remembered the promises we made when we were too young to understand time, and if she’d ever really let me go.

I’d lie in bed some nights, staring at the ceiling, hearing her laugh in my head.

Then last year, something changed.

I was up in the attic, looking for decorations that somehow vanish every December. It was one of those bitter afternoons where your fingers sting even indoors.

I reached for an old yearbook on the top shelf when a slim, faded envelope slipped out and landed on my boot.

It was yellow and worn at the corners.

My full name was written in that unmistakable, slanted handwriting.

Her handwriting!

I swear I stopped breathing!

I sat down right there on the floor, surrounded by fake wreaths and broken ornaments, and opened it with shaking hands.

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