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

to—”

I ignored her and opened it.

***

“Martin,

I don’t know why I’m writing back. I told myself I wouldn’t. But you keep writing as if I’m still part of something I walked away from. Tell her I’m fine. Or don’t. Maybe it’s better if she thinks I don’t care. But I do, more than I should. I just don’t know how to fix something that’s been broken this long.continue reading …