An outstanding find, circa 1950, was in the Donations room today.
This was a lot of fun to peruse. How could it not be?
I love you.
I wish things were different for you and I. Had been different.
I love and adore this secret conversation, passing notes to each other. But I can’t keep looking much longer in the place I’m looking, because I can’t take you and her.
If you want to continue this remote exchange at another lookout point elsewhere?…Yes, let’s. I would love to. If you do not, then soon I won’t be looking there anymore.
Also, Medium made the strange decision to remove writing and editing function from mobile devices. I don’t have a desktop computer at home, so thanks Medium.
Whatever you feel/felt for me was such a closely guarded secret. I still don’t know what you enjoyed about me besides my appearance and having me in your bed. Why was that such classified, eyes-only information?