I lost a letter the other day. Well, it was not so much a letter in the old fashion sense; it was a conversation between two people that seemed to live on each time it was read. It was the kind of letter that you never quite get tired of reading because it kept you wondering what could have been next. It represented just a moment in time, one that was short but impacting in the scheme of life.
The letter encompassed an entire conversation was no longer than a trip to the grocery store or a morning walk along a beach. It was the kind of letter that you may compare to the bitter sweetness of what time and distance can do to people. It had a little of the best parts of life in it, from the beginnings to the endings. Every once in awhile I would read it and it would conjure up the intensity of the moment and the sadness of the walking away. It was a letter you keep, one that I hope I find someday.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
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