I’M 80 AND NEVER MARRIED AFTER MY FIRST LOVE VANISHED IN VIETNAM – LAST WEEK, A STRANGER WHO LOOKED EXACTLY LIKE HIM HANDED ME A BLUE BOX

eightieth birthday.

People often asked whether I regretted never marrying or having children.

My answer never changed.

I had never stopped loving Benjamin.

We met in high school and spent endless afternoons beneath the willow tree imagining the future we believed we would share.

Then the draft notice arrived.

On the night before he left, we remained beneath continue reading …