Last night I had an email from my first love... a German boy I met on a beach in Thialand and knew for a week when I was 17. We were in love for many months by mail...and are still in contact, 20 years later. His letters have found me in remote Asian countries and have told me just what I needed to hear. His calls have come at the times when I most needed to be reminded that I was once loved. He seems to come into my life at significant times... times that are crossroads for me. The last time I heard from him was just before I moved to Fiji... I wonder what it means this time...
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