My First Love, a Marine, Vanished – Thirty Years Later, I Saw a Man with His Exact Eyes Waiting at Our Place by a Weeping Willow, and My Heart Stopped

Martin had been hiding from me.

I slid my finger under the envelope and opened the first letter I’d grabbed. I unfolded it slowly.

My hands were shaking now.

I looked down at the first line, and the moment I read it, the air left my lungs.

“She still talks about you in her sleep.”

I don’t remember dropping the letter. But now it was on the floor.

I unfolded continue reading …