"In time, the hurt began to fade and it was easier to just let it go. At
least I thought it was. But in every boy I met in the next few years, I
found myself looking for you, and when the feelings got too strong, I'd
write you another letter. But I never sent them for fear of what I
might find. By then, you'd gone on with your life and I didn't want to
think about you loving someone else. I wanted to remember us like we
were that summer. I didn't ever want to lose that."
Dear John