Swanage, Dorset, May 2013
Dear Anyone
One more letter, I feel as if I have to write just one more letter to add to all the others that I keep safe in a special little box that I found in an antique shop in Poole. The box is shaped like a treasure chest, which I thought apt, because I will treasure your letters always.
Today I sat by the water’s edge and looked towards the horizon, so near yet so far, seemingly touchable, achievable, but like so many other things in our lives, perpetually just out of reach, rather like the way I always thought about you.
I have often looked at the letter in the bottle that I found floating in the sea. It still sits on my window sill, the truth about its true meaning trapped behind the glass for eternity. As the months passed I came up with all kinds of
