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The Love Letter Bomb
It was our first and last kiss.
When I see one of her Facebook or Instagram updates, that warm kiss pops into my head now and then, that fantastic moment almost three decades ago. And my boyish efforts that, in part, led up to it.
Jealous
Looking back now, it must’ve been some time during college when my heart began to see her as more than my buddy’s girlfriend. I know, thou shalt not covet. But her openness, her frequent smiles and laughter, and her stunning looks caught me off guard. I didn’t have to see her modeling photos to realize she was one of those people with natural inner beauty.
I was jealous, but I ignored those feelings. I also did my best to suppress the warm (and sometimes lustful) thoughts of her, trying to convince myself that our growing friendship would suffice.
Hidden
A few years later, we’d all graduated. She and my friend had broken up, but I kept in touch with both. Before long, I found myself sitting in my new apartment, writing those stupid letters to her. Those silly, awkward pages.
A fog invaded my brain. I anonymously poured out my feelings — there was no way I couldn’t. I even gave her an “escape” if she wanted…
