A Letter Sent

Once I wrote a love letter, mind I have written a few Before, but never sent them. I sent it as it encapsulated my intense love for her, but also wrote it in the hope she would come back. She did not. And over the years the letter has haunted me. What if she didn’t destroy it and threw it in the bin with a loathsome shrug, but kept the words for someone else to read, because the letter was sentimental crap and self-serving written by a loser who could not let a defeat go. By chance I met her again, that is, she met me as I could not remember her. Sophie, my dear do you remember the letter I sent you? Said she she never a letter from me, which gladdened me. There is a woman in town who always smiles when she sees me feeding the ducks in the park´s pond. I return her smile but speak not… my god did she receive it thinking it was for her and has burning her torch for me, a romantic love story that has the sweetness of never being fulfilled?