Love letter # 333
Suppose I meet you again and you’re beautiful. What then? Will I blurt it out, hoping that maybe the years will simply wash away and we’ll be like kids again? Or will I just look – nod, smile, share stories, politely kiss you good night?
They say you should never meet up with old sweethearts – not at our age. Sentimentality can make you do stupid things; not to mention the middle age staples of loneliness, nostalgia and dwindling opportunity.
But I can tell from your voice that you, like me, have a barely disguised hope. You must know it’s absurd. I certainly do.
Yet here I am. And here you are – sauntering in from the past. Is this what they call going backwards or … ?