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

table between my bouquet of red carnations and my untouched cup of coffee.

“I made someone a promise,” he said. “No matter what happened, this had to reach you.” His hands shook, and mine did the same.

He had Benjamin’s blue eyes, crooked smile, and tiny chin dimple.

It was as if the young man I had once loved had stepped out of my memories, only many continue reading …