Letters to You

They say you never forget your first love. I was 43 when I fell for Emerson. We'd meet at a library after school. Emerson had gentle hands that made my heart skip. I learned so much from that experience. Years later, I saw Emerson at the grocery store. We smiled, hugged, promised to keep in touch. We never did. But that feeling? It's still there, tucked away in a corner of my heart.