In the process of cleaning out that closet, I came across a pile of love
letters between my parents. Mostly from my mom to my dad, dated in the
60's and 70's. She loved him so much. I believe they got married when
she was 18 or 19, thich is pretty young to get married nowadays.
Strange to see my mother writing all lovey-dovey (Me wub oo!) hehe. She
sounded like a cutie-pie. But it's also kinda sad. I guess in 20
years their marriage had gone from one like that to almost a marriage of
convenience. They didn't even sleep in the same room for much of my
childhood. It wasn't bitter or anything, just very distant. Is that
always the fate of love? To fade away?
I hope not.
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