I recently exchanged some e-mails with the first great love, read infatuation, of my life. We met six weeks into Freshman year of college and were together through the summer and it ended. That was 1968.
Our conversations now are as fresh and new as they were then, even though there is a grandchild on the way for her.
There’s always affection that remains within you over all those years. You can’t lose it.
SRM