Blast From the Past

March 20, 2013

Dear Raymond,


An old friend texted some photographs of me of when I was a teenager. It totally blows my mind to actually think back on 20 years of my life. I was seventeen years old in this photo. I know the year it was taken, it was the same year I met you.

I was never short of suitors, I was usually dating one guy to the next, living life each day, never once thinking of the future. I don’t recall the exact date when we met and I can’t remember every single moment between us though there were many. I only remember how curious you were about me, how special you always made me feel and how utterly attracted to you I was.

Whether you know it or not, you became the guy that all the rest of my boyfriends hated. They dreaded my speaking so highly of you and they found out early on, they would never have my heart completely.

But time passed and I grew up and one of the bravest things I did was let you go. The man that all men in my life would be measured against, the man who I felt so safe and happy with, the man who cherished me for everything I was and everything I was not. I feel blessed to have known you then, and even more blessed to see you now.

This photo is like a time capsule, it captures my girlhood. It’s a reminder of how fortunate we are to have crossed paths not once but twice and that some things are so strong & beautiful, they remain constant and forever. Sending good vibes your way.




March 2, 2013

Dear Raymond,

I have been hard at work on my latest writing project and this is my excuse for not writing you a letter sooner. It was so lovely to see you in passing the other day and to hear your gentle voice over the phone. You seem so filled with a happiness it makes one wonder about your other faces.

I was happy to ‘take it back’ as you requested and received it as a message that you still want to stay in touch even if it’s only through random messages. At this very moment as I am writing this, I feel like a stretched out patch of desert. It’s uncomfortably hot, I’m restless and the end doesn’t seem like it’s ever going to be in sight. I had hoped I was a beach; that you were the tide and I was the sand, but it’s really not looking that way right now. I have to hold on to hope and remind myself that how things feel may not be the way things are.

I miss you lots.