Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Out Of the Past
I can't begin to describe the agony of that parting. So far in my life nothing can compare with it. I won't belabor the point, but for four years we wrote every day. The letters came in envelopes specifically designed for "AIR MAIL," with the stamps on them upside down, indicating love. The long distance relationship prevented me from even considering dating anyone else, even had I had the opportunity......which I did not. I don't know what either one of us was thinking, clinging to each other in some undefined hope that we would be reunited. Gradually the letters became fewer and fewer, and then ceased entirely. What a slow, painful death our relationship suffered. Why we never broached the subject of reuniting I don't know. It was too vague a concept, I guess.........an impossibility that we tried to ignore.
We did not forget each other, though. After my marriage ended I wrote him a letter, to which he replied with a special delivery note. He, too, had a failed marriage. We took up our long-distance relationship again. The romance was gone after so many years. Neither one of us even thought of reviving it. But we became fast friends. We are in contact to this day. Every year I receive several expensive Christmas presents from him. I have visited him in Albuquerque three or four times and he has come to Maine, I think three times, to see me. We talk on the phone occasionally. It is an uncommon connection, I think, and one we both treasure.