I Discovered a 1991 Letter from My First Love in the Attic — What Happened After I Looked Her Up Online Was Unbelievable

No argument. No explanation. No goodbye. One week, her letters spoke of love and excitement. The next—nothing. My attempts to reach out—letters, phone calls, visits—were met with silence.

I even called her parents’ home, nervous and awkward, asking if they could ensure she received my words. Her father was polite but distant. He said he would make sure she got them. I believed him.

Weeks turned into months. Months became years. Eventually, I did what anyone left without answers does: I filled in the blanks myself. I told myself she had moved on.
Perhaps she had met someone else, someone closer, someone practical. Perhaps I wasn’t what she wanted anymore. And slowly, I moved forward.