I never saw the letter coming. I thought she loved me too much to give up on me. I thought the choice was all mine. But I was wrong.
I remember the Saturday morning when I got the letter. We’re going to call her Linda, but you know that’s not her real name. I’ve never talked about this letter with anybody. Even now, there are things I can’t say — things that happened after this — because I can’t break the confidence of someone who I loved long ago.
Until this week, I hadn’t read the letter in 10 years. If I’m being completely honest, I’m not entirely certain I read every word of it when I got it. The initial feeling was one of numbness, but I quickly understood that what I was feeling was blinding pain. It hurt so much that I was in a daze.
We’re neither friends nor enemies, just strangers who share the past
‘This path leads to somewhere I think I can finally say, I’m home’
When love finally dies, it’s like a fever breaks and the pain is gone
Despite advantages to digital books, there’s still nothing like ‘real’ books
People don’t confront ideas today; they lob bumper stickers at others
Is ‘majority rule’ moral even when the majority don’t want freedom?
How would you see your body if nobody told you it was flawed?
Death of classmate from past feels like a reminder to change my life
Chance encounter with woman leaves me grateful for my health