Letter to an old flame.

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This is a real letter to a real person. Ive changed the name to protect the innocent. I have not sent it yet and may not.

What do you do you think?


I found a picture of you on the internet. You turned up on my Facebook page connected to someone else from your class. You and your cousin, Linda used to be go-go dancers on each side of the band. I’ve lost track of Terry Carter. That was so long ago and far away. You were precociously beautiful. You were also intelligent and exotic. You had been living in New York, and you had this intriguing Flushing-Queens accent. Chronologically I was too old for you, but I think you were more mature than I was. They probably would have put me in jail if what little I did with you was discovered. I am glad I never bedded you. I did someone else and had a shotgun wedding. It wasn’t a total loss. I have three grown children, six grandchildren, and two great grandchildren. That is a wonderful thing.

Anyway, I am writing this to tell you something. I always thought you were beautiful Jane, I still do and always will. I am very sorry I didn’t try harder to win your love. I still recall your long dark hair, very Cher-like, and your Elizabeth Taylor smile. I know you changed your hair color at some point, but you are still that little goddess in my mind. One time long ago you came to the Unitarian Church basement where our equipment was set up, and we were practicing. You had this gray outfit with dark stripes on it. It matched you perfectly. I thought I was going to melt right down into my shoes.

But some things are just out of place and off rhythm in time. The last time I saw you was in 1973-74? I rode my motorcycle to a rock concert at Madam Sherries. I saw you from a distance. I was going to come and talk to you, but I couldn’t get the bike over there. I was married and had two kids. I knew you were in the wind.

You will always live rent free in my heart Jane.

Ray
 
You're one helluva good writer.
I really enjoy your work here.
 


This is a real letter to a real person. Ive changed the name to protect the innocent. I have not sent it yet and may not.

What do you do you think?


I found a picture of you on the internet. You turned up on my Facebook page connected to someone else from your class. You and your cousin, Linda used to be go-go dancers on each side of the band. I’ve lost track of Terry Carter. That was so long ago and far away. You were precociously beautiful. You were also intelligent and exotic. You had been living in New York, and you had this intriguing Flushing-Queens accent. Chronologically I was too old for you, but I think you were more mature than I was. They probably would have put me in jail if what little I did with you was discovered. I am glad I never bedded you. I did someone else and had a shotgun wedding. It wasn’t a total loss. I have three grown children, six grandchildren, and two great grandchildren. That is a wonderful thing.

Anyway, I am writing this to tell you something. I always thought you were beautiful Jane, I still do and always will. I am very sorry I didn’t try harder to win your love. I still recall your long dark hair, very Cher-like, and your Elizabeth Taylor smile. I know you changed your hair color at some point, but you are still that little goddess in my mind. One time long ago you came to the Unitarian Church basement where our equipment was set up, and we were practicing. You had this gray outfit with dark stripes on it. It matched you perfectly. I thought I was going to melt right down into my shoes.

But some things are just out of place and off rhythm in time. The last time I saw you was in 1973-74? I rode my motorcycle to a rock concert at Madam Sherries. I saw you from a distance. I was going to come and talk to you, but I couldn’t get the bike over there. I was married and had two kids. I knew you were in the wind.

You will always live rent free in my heart Jane.

Ray
Your letter reminds of feelings of melancholy, longing, and regret. I've been married three times. I've had more girlfriends over the years than I can count. But the woman I was most in love with and wanted more than anyone throughout my entire life never knew how I felt about her. And I never approached her other than to say hi. She (in my mind) was too good for me. Too perfect on the inside and the outside. Sad ... but I suppose it was meant to be.
 
Your letter reminds of feelings of melancholy, longing, and regret. I've been married three times. I've had more girlfriends over the years than I can count. But the woman I was most in love with and wanted more than anyone throughout my entire life never knew how I felt about her. And I never approached her other than to say hi. She (in my mind) was too good for me. Too perfect on the inside and the outside. Sad ... but I suppose it was meant to be.
Oh yes, this the song says it quite well:

 
I was too old for you, but I think you were more mature than I was. They probably would have put me in jail if what little I did with you was discovered. I am glad I never bedded you.
Am I the only father of a daughter seeing this?
 
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