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Through the lack of social media, and the uncanny nature of my own life, I have found my childhood sweetheart. For respect, I won’t give his name here, but he knows this book exists.
If you know you know.
I have not seen him in 21 years, and yet he remembers the last thing I wore, and I saw him before he saw me.
I all but ran to him. Hugged him. And the world fell away. No, that is not an exaggeration.
For those feelings, for the power of that connection, I wrote! In being transparent, this was the man I thought I would marry.
There are attributes of this connection I have looked for in other relationships–to this day (I mean #ForeverBae plays Poker AND Chess!)!
This chap book is a reminder to me that…maybe I am still a love poet after all. As and maybe (just maybe) this is a reminder to younger me that I wasn’t crazy–and neither was he.
The butterflies were real and still are.
Love Note #3
When Beale Street Talks