I wasn’t looking for her. But every December, as the lights went up and the days grew shorter, Sue always drifted back into my thoughts. Thirty-eight years after we lost each other, Christmas still carried her name. I’m Mark, 59 now. In college, Sue was the woman I thought I’d grow old with. We met over a dropped pen, became…
I wasn’t looking for her. But every December, as the lights went up and the days grew shorter, Sue always drifted back into my thoughts. Thirty-eight years after we lost each other, Christmas still carried her name. I’m Mark, 59 now. In college, Sue was the woman I thought I’d grow old with. We met over a dropped pen, became inseparable, and believed love would be enough. Then graduation changed everything. My father fell ill, and I moved home to help my mother. Sue stayed behind for a job she loved. We promised it was temporary.
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