It’s one a.m.
But also it’s 12 years ago. And I’m looking at those letters we sent, or rather those kids in love sent.
Because twelve years from them I became the photographer like I always said I would. I write novels and traveled the world and married a man I love profoundly.
I don’t think of you often but I thought of you today. And I know we will never speak because you made me the villain in your story and blame me for something or other and that’s all well and fine.
But I thank you, for the chance to look back on old letters and see those kids in love. What a gift that is, to turn back time and relive an experience so pure as young love.
How certain we were that we would end up together and how far our paths have diverged.
A kindness it was and a kindness it will remain, so a thank you for those two kids who dared it.
