Sealed With A Kiss

A pile of old letters lay forgotten in an attic, letters written long ago in the bloom of someone’s youth. They were tied with a pink ribbon and kept preciously by someone I do not know. Each letter spoke of love, the yearning of being apart, and how good it would feel to be home once again. How wonderful it would be back in loves arms again away from a terrible war that had to part them too quickly shortly after their wedding day. They spoke of plans for their future and how their love would grow. They would start afresh at the beginnings of the first snow. Each letter was sealed with a kiss that was there for all to see. It told the story of unbroken love that would live on through every tragedy and sealed with a kiss. The last letter in the pile was tear stained and edged in black. It told the story that her lover never came back. 26 March 2009