We all have regrets in life. My biggest regret is not opening your letters to me after you had broken my heart. Your brother eventually told me that She had lied and the baby wasn't even yours. I'm sure your letters would have mentioned that fact - but I couldn't open them. I carried each one around for weeks, unopened. I would hold them and look at your handwriting. But I had been so totally devastated when you broke it off with me that I couldn't bring myself to risk my heart again. I was too afraid of what those letters might contain. It's been 30 years. And still there is a part of me that has never, and probably will never forget you. I listen to the oldies station, and can't help but smile and think of you whenever I hear "Rubberband Man". Remember that? I really was just a child back then, young and foolish. But the years have proven that what I felt for you was real, genuine, true love.
I doubt you will read this. But maybe someone else will. Maybe they will tell you about it. If you do decide to find me, it really isn't difficult. You can even just "google" my name. I tried to google you, but it didn't help.
I hope life has been good to you. I wish I could have been...........
