“We were together. I forget the rest.”
I happen to think a love correspondence is possibly one of the most romantic things of all time. Maybe it is rooted in my love for this poem, “Dear Stranger, Extant in Memory By the Blue Juniata”, one of my all time favorites. It’s actually more funny than romantic, but this one part just kills me.
Dear stranger extant in memory by the blue Juniata, these letters across space I guess will be all we will know of one another. So little of what one is threads itself through the eye of empty space. Never mind. The self is the least of it. Let our scars fall in love.