It Is Not As Sad Of A Story As You My Think

Over the years,

if you have been paying attention,

you have probably heard about,

read about,

or seen a movie about,

"Long Lost Letters Being Found."

In January of 2014 a

Stranger Discovers Long-Lost Love Letters in Attic, But Story Doesn't End There.
By ELIZA MURPHY via GOOD MORNING AMERICA on ABCNews.go.com
"A long-lost box of treasures found in one man's attic has unlocked a decades-old love story, ending in an unexpected surprise for a family that for the past roughly 70 years hadn't even realized anything was missing."

(Not actually from the long-lost box of treasures. Just a period letter I've used.)

 

A beautiful story

and well worth the read if you are interested.

The reason I brought it up is,

I have a story of my own to tell.

A little background first.

I had a

High School Sweetheart

who I believed truly loved me,

but I treated her poorly.

To this day,

I firmly believe that if we had stuck together,

we would have gotten married

and divorced.

Probably in the same year since I was very immature.

People today think I am younger then I really am because I act so immature.

So the way things turned out,

I  know was the best for me

and her.

Just before my

Senior Year

of

High School,

my family moved from

South Milwaukee,

Wisconsin

to

Flossmoore,

Illinois.

 A small town,

where two small towns had to get together to fill one

High School.

 So I graduated from

Homewwod-Flossmoore High.

Who ever said

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder,"

was not a 17 year old,

immature youth.

Towards the end of my

Senior Year

my girlfriend,

still living in

South Milwaukee

wrote me a letter.

I came home from class one day

and my

Mother

gave me the letter to read.

I was so impatient to get outside

and smoke pot with my friends,

that I put the letter on my desk,

in my bedroom,

and forgot about it.

Time passed.

She broke up with me,

I moved back to

South Milwaukee,

I moved to

Houston Texas,

and when I was packing my things up to once again move back to

South Milwaukee,

I found the letter unopened.

The postage on the envelope told me that it had been six years since I received that letter

and I never once opened it.

Before I did though,

I knew what it would say.

I never did get the reason why she broke up with me,

but the reason of course was me.

I never took the time to read her letter asking me if we were drifting apart.

After reading it,

the only thing I could think of was,

I never got the chance to explain to her that,

back then,

I wasn't mature enough to be in a stable relationship.

I only cared about me.

This is,

It Is Not As Sad Of A Story As You My Think.

If Those Events Had Not Happen To Me,

I Would Never Have Met My Wife

And Have Seven Kids!

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“I write letters to you that you’ll never see.”
- Jennifer Elisabeth -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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