Sometimes the past stays quiet \u2014 until it doesn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m Mark, 59, and for nearly four decades I believed the woman I loved had simply walked away. Sue and I met in college. She dropped her pen. I picked it up. We were inseparable. Then life pulled us in different directions after graduation, and one day her letters stopped. No goodbye. Just silence.<\/p>\n
I wrote. I called her parents. They told me she\u2019d moved on. Eventually, I forced myself to do the same.<\/p>\n
I married. Had two kids. Built a life. But every Christmas, when the lights went up and the house grew quiet, Sue drifted back into my thoughts.<\/p>\n
Last winter, while digging through my attic, an old envelope fell from a yearbook. Her handwriting froze me in place.<\/p>\n
It was a letter from 1991.<\/p>\n
She wrote that she\u2019d only just found my last letter. Her parents had hidden it. They told her I wanted her to move on. She said if I didn\u2019t reply, she\u2019d assume I\u2019d chosen another life.<\/p>\n
I never knew.<\/p>\n
I searched for her online. Found her. Sent a message.<\/p>\n
Five minutes later, she replied: We need to meet.<\/em><\/p>\n We met halfway at a caf\u00e9. We hugged like no time had passed. Compared lives. Compared scars. And realized we\u2019d both been waiting.<\/p>\n This spring, we\u2019re getting married.<\/p>\n Sometimes life doesn\u2019t forget what love is meant to finish.<\/p>\n It just waits.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Sometimes the past stays quiet \u2014 until it doesn\u2019t. I\u2019m Mark, 59, and for nearly four decades I believed the woman I loved had simply walked away. Sue and I met in college. She dropped her pen. I picked it up. We were inseparable. Then life pulled us in different directions after graduation, and one …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3413,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3412","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/storypulls.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3412","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/storypulls.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/storypulls.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storypulls.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storypulls.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3412"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/storypulls.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3412\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3414,"href":"https:\/\/storypulls.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3412\/revisions\/3414"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storypulls.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/3413"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/storypulls.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3412"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storypulls.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3412"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storypulls.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3412"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}