Then we started dating.
I remembered talking to him once about Susan.
Just once.
I had told her that Susan had been my first love and that the breakup had almost destroyed me.
Linda had held my hand that night and told me that some people were destined to stay in the past.
I’ve never questioned him.
Susan continued.
I asked Linda to give you one last letter.
He put his hand in the box and pulled another envelope.
Unlike the others, this one had been opened.
Suddenly I felt my legs failing.
“Did you read it?” I asked.
Susan nodded.
He told me he would hand it over to you.
I opened the envelope.
The letter inside was brief.
Robert, I came because I needed to tell you face to face, but I didn’t have the courage to wait any longer. I still love you. If it’s even a small part of you that still loves me, call me. I’ll go anywhere. I’ll start with you again.
