The Letter

The Letter

By Erica Winters(c)2003



My dearest,


Today I have left our happy home that we worked so hard for, for so many years to make as we wanted. 


Those walls could tell stories of our life, love and sorrow we shared together. Do you recall the first time we met when we were only fifteen years old at the pep rally. Yeah those were fun times. You were fifteen, I was sixteen. You stole the first kiss off of my lips behind the bleachers at the football game. I can still feel your lips on mine today honey.


I promised not to get blue and start crying, it looks like that’s one promise I won’t be able to keep today. I am sorry I didn’t want this day, our wedding day fifty years ago to be sad.


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