Dear John,
How are you? I hope you are in the pink of health wherever you might be. Can you believe it has been 35 years since we met? When I ran into you last week at the bookstore, I could not believe my eyes. Was this really John Hastings, the high-school heartthrob, star football player, the Prom King? Even if we are already in our sixties, you still are what I remembered you to be – charming, sweet, and just really handsome.
I am really sorry that we lost contact after all these years, and I hope we can still keep in touch after this. Do you still remember how we first met, John? I could recall that memory like it was only yesterday, we were at the annual ballroom dinner back home in New York, and your family just moved into the area. When I looked into your eyes, my heart literally skipped a beat – I fell in love, and I fell hard for it. Your blue-green eyes seemed a mystery just waiting to be unravelled, they were so alluring. And when you asked me to dance with you, and held my hand for the first time, I could feel sparks flying through every part of my body, just like electricity.
You were my first ever crush in my teen years, and you were exactly my type of guy. Still is as the matter of fact. I was too shy to ask for your name during the dance, but when I bumped into you again in the hallway at school, I just knew at that moment that we were fated to be together. I know this might sound cheesy, but I felt so confident. The rest was history and high school was a blast, with you by my side.
My confidence soared once again when I saw you again at the bookstore. This could sound completely crazy and nuts, but I want you to give us another chance. I know we are in our twilight years, but that does not mean we are too old to love. Just take a leap of faith with me here, and let the chips fall where they may. Please, just have faith in us. I’ll be waiting.
Love,
Viola
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