Love letter

Love from,

Dear my love,

                          Today, 14th of July, I was reminded of the day we first met. I was walking past that park on 'sunflower' street and saw that bench. Memories flooded my mind.

There you were sat on that bench under the glistening moonlight reading that god awful book you seemed to love so dearly I was lost, first day in a new town is always tricky, and I refused to ask the creep looming in the darkness for directions. So hesitantly I walked up behind you and tapped you on the shoulder ever so gently and you refused to let me walk home alone in the dark, a real gentleman, you took my hand and led me into the night.

I still to this day don't know why I trusted you but I felt safe around you from the moment I met you. And I will never regret making that wrong left turn on my way home from work. The other side of town, the rain began to fall.

You grabbed my hand tightly and ran under a bus shelter spinning me into your warm embrace. Not only did you take my hand that night but you also took my heart. I felt like I had known you for life like our souls were connected in this way so spectacular that the rest of the world began to vanish when you were around .

When you left me at my porch that night I stood and watched you run through the rain. I wanted so bad to chase after you take your hand and never let go, tell you how I felt.

But then as I snapped back to reality you were gone. Sleepless nights were then a frequent burden I had to deal with as thoughts of never seeing you again consumed me.

Every waking chance I got I would get on my bike and ride down to that park and wait for you. The day I had lost all hope and was on my way home I realised that I had left my sketch book on the bench. I had this sudden feeling like everything was going to be ok and I ran for my book. I was so shocked to see you sat in that exact same spot as I was sat just a few minutes before. I froze. Watching you as you sat there,  reading your book, was so calming for me. That was until I realized your book on the floor next to the bench.

That's when you done it.

You turned around, and you saw me. A tear in your eye you ran to me and hugged me tightly. Holding my sketch book open to a page that held a drawing of the two of us and every diary entry I had written since I met you.

It's been 43 years since that day yet I can't get those feelings out of my head.

I finally told them this story yesterday, our kids loved it. Bringing up old memories of you still hurt though and I don't think I can ever move on especially when I can feel your spirit guiding me through life without you.

But don't worry John that bastard won't get away with it I will have him locked up for good for what he did to you.

But I guess what I really wanted to say is I love you and miss you. I'm almost finished here I can feel my time is short so don't forget about me and I'll be there soon.

, Love Mollie

Xxxx