January 25th, 1991
I realise only now, that the idea of writing my tale is bringing back memory, i haven't had the time of thinking about.
It feels, fresh for some reason and i can still smell the fresh breeze that blew past us as we walked on the beach; Cindy and i.
We had taken a to bond again. Our marriage isn't working well; i insisted that we see different people, Cindy however wasn't so pleased with the idea and wanted to "rekindle" our love.
"Its a sunken ship anyway" i had thought bitterly, even so i thought nothing of it "as long as she's happy"
I remember when we were strolling past the roaring sea, we didn't hold hands like the love birds do, we had a steady distance between us; neither one said anything,
But we knew, deep down that we were over love. It's sad really how life works, even sadder is our fate.
We were never given a chance to find love. We were pressured, always and now that i think about it, i wish Cindy had a chance at love, maybe she wouldn't be so empty now.
And maybe, just maybe i wouldn't be so guilty.
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Short StoryThese are the letters i found in my mothers room, in her childhood home. Seems to be written by a "Mr. Daven Hartford" in 1991. This is a peculiar piece that even my mother doesn't know the origin of but found it in the basement of this very house...
