Love Letters in the
thoughts of lovers, offered to you as you search for the one who will
be your own
we have not been keeping up with all the letters we have been
very sorry to say Annie has left us and moved to Rochester New
missing her a great deal . We are slowley getting things back to
keep those letters coming and we will be updating soon.
Annie all the best and hope she finds what she is looking for
wrote to me about three months ago. You know when I placed that ad, I
never thought I'd actually hear one single word from anyone, but
there she was, and she thought I was funny. I was scared to death--it
wasn't me being funny in the ad that I wrote, it was my older
brother, and his wife. They were determined to find someone for me,
whether I liked it or not. Well, they had, and here was a letter from
this woman--I must have looked at it a hundred times, not knowing
what to do about it. I went to my brother. His answer was that it was
MY turn to do something.
help he was.
step was to sit nervously in front of the computer, and stare at her
words. Julie. Her name was Julie. I'd fallen in love with the
prettiest girl, in one of the hundred or so high schools I'd
attended, while moving around the world with my parents, in the
military. Julie's face stood out, above the rest of the people I'd
met, because there was still a place in my heart for her. I think
that's what gave me the courage to actually write and say hi to this
lady, and admit to her that I wasn't nearly as funny as the ad I'd
posted. I even told her that her name made me smile, for an old
opened my email again. Less than ten minutes later. There it was, her
name again, ringing bells in my head. Julie had actually answered the
email I sent her--she must have been sitting there all the time I sat
writing to her, apologizing for not doing so sooner. The letters were
dancing in front of my eyes as I read that my name reminded her of
someone too, someone she'd met in Lincoln, Nebraska, almost thirty
years ago. Yes, really, thirty years.
couldn't be Julie.
I wrote her an hour long letter, telling her about a fishing trip
that my lost sweetheart took me on, so many years ago.
wrote back a few minutes after I hit the SEND button.
asked me if I still remembered how to cast with a fly rod.
and I met in person about two weeks ago. We've been fishing a few
times. We've been shopping a few times, too. I think the next
shopping trip may just be at the jewelry store.
you, Romanticatheart, for showing me that men can really find the
right lady. No matter how long we've known they were lost.
Henry and Annie,
finally found him. There was this boy who came to my school in the
tenth grade. He wasn't going to stay long, I knew that. He had been
almost everywhere in the world, and he was only fifteen years
old--not much of a chance that he'd stick around in a little town
with gravel streets.
was the cutest boy I'd ever seen, and there were only a few things
that I could think of, that he'd likely never done. So when my Mom
said yes, and my Dad didn't hit the roof, I invited Norman fishing,
and for a picnic, at the river. He was HOPELESS. He'd never been
fishing, that was for sure--he had to learn how to hold a fishing
pole, and how to catch a fish. It didn't look too promising, for a
while there. Overall, he did fine, though--Norman demolished a few
people's lunches, and his own, and was sunburned and sore by the time
he got back to town.
even a week later, he was gone, and my heart went with him. It wasn't
easy, wondering if I'd never see him again, but I knew that the
military keeps families on the go, and that was that.
didn't get married. You know what? I joined the military myself,
wondering, somewhere in the back of my mind, if I'd ever run into
Norman again. It's been a busy, interesting life, and I've finally
retired to a ranch that I bought a few years ago. Busier than I ever
was when I "worked."
computer was for business, and the modem was a tool...a few of the
little rules that I set for myself before I bought the thing, and set
it up in the office, out here. Well, it's turned out to be mostly for
work, at least. But when I found romanticatheart, I couldn't resist
reading the ads.
have recognized him anywhere.
was no picture attached to the ad, but it was Norman, with humor
covering up the shy parts in his nature, and a real heart behind it
and I went fishing again. No parents, no bratty little brothers. We
didn't catch a fish.
found the love that had been there all those years ago, and it
started to grow again.
you for the memories that you brought back to me, and for the
memories the two of us will make together.
and I would like to thank Norman, and Julie, for writing and telling
us about their experiences with the free personals at
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or someone you've lost...you never know, someone who reads your
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