The letter came by email. No name. A subject that said only, “Hello from the Past.” Just a message from a ghost who knew how to open old wounds.
It was only three paragraphs long, but I kept coming back to the final sentences.
“I will always love the man who loved me best, even though you won’t believe that and even though I’m sure you feel nothing for me now,” the letter said. “I miss your love and attention more than anybody knows.”
There was no signature. No clue. Just quiet regret and longing, poured out across an anonymous digital connection. There was no anger. No accusation. I keep reading the words over and over, wondering which woman wrote them — and wondering why she needed to send this.
She said she had run across a photo of me online which had triggered old feelings. She said she tries not to think about me anymore.
“You’re still a fire that draws me and now I can’t touch that fire, so I shouldn’t even look and let myself be tempted,” she wrote. “I feel this mostly when it’s late at night and I allow my brain to stop processing the distractions of my normal life. It makes me feel the almost uncontrollable urge to pick up the phone and call you again, but I know you probably wouldn’t want me to do that and probably wouldn’t answer if I did call.”
But who is she?

When Demopublicans and Republicrats clash, you lose
Concerns about digital future leave me mourning analog past
You always need enough money that you can quit when it’s time
Media and mass hysteria lead us into madness of celebrity worship
Nobody’s perfect as a mate, but Mary Poppins was pretty close
We’re trapped in our own heads, fearful of other folks’ judgment
‘The moment we begin to seek love, love begins to seek us and save us’