The Feelings are Still There

If she only could read this ... we grew up together as next door neighbors, until both of our families went separate ways. At age 13, also her age, I was sent back to the old town to practice a trade at a manufacturing business, owned by her cousin who was married to one of my aunts. Soon after my arrival there, we began to kiss behind their backs. One night, it just happened; destiny had other plans for my life. It hurt when I was asked to leave that house. Her cousin learned about our young romance and told my aunt, and she was pissed. I didn't know much, but days later I began feel out of place; I missed her presence, her angelic face smiling at me ... only god knows how I feel about this woman. Eventually, this short lived romance became the love and pain of my life. Am I nuts? I probably am. You see, my tale goes back to the year when The Beatles conquered America, 1964. And, so far in my life, I've never been happy since. I've tried my hardest with others, even got married (when I last saw her in '72, she was already married and a mother). It hasn't work so far. There's no single day that goes by without my thinking about her, wondering how's she doing and is she happy? I must confess, there's a fantasy deep inside my heart that sooner or later we will meet again; or at least, I will have a chance to see her, even from a distance ... I love her so much....

— Frank, 52