Lost Love

Lost Love 25 years ago September met April and September fell in love; she was eighteen I was 52 …I know what you think. At the post office, she worked, and I posted letters to pretend friends in Liverpool and return address and if someone opens them know they will find an ocean of words about loneliness. One day when I came there, she held the hands of a young man, her eyes dripped of love and I never sent the letter to a fictitious girlfriend at Beck Street number 12 in Liverpool. You could not help falling in love with her she was perfectly formed had long blond hair and laughed like an angel. It was the usual story she married had children, then a messy divorce. We are friends now I told her how much I had loved her, but I never had the courage to say so. She held my aged hands and said: I loved you too but thought you didn`t care about you many girlfriends on the Merseyside