“A Letter from 1991 Gave Me a New Perspective on My First Love”
I wasn’t searching for memories that day.
The afternoon sunlight filtered weakly through the attic window, dust motes dancing in the golden streaks.
I was only there for a practical purpose: reaching for…
I wasn’t searching for memories that day.
The afternoon sunlight filtered weakly through the attic window, dust motes dancing in the golden streaks.
I was only there for a practical purpose: reaching for…
