I was walking down the street with my children, when my daughter (age 12) noticed a red envelope tucked into the side of a bench on the edge of the sidewalk. She pulled it out and showed it to me. On the envelope, it said “This is for you. Yes you!” We opened it up and this letter is what we found inside.
I’ve been wavering between sadness and awe. The sadness comes from the loneliness expressed in the letter. I get the sense that this woman (and I’m guessing it’s a woman) could use a friend and warm hug. At the same time, how amazing to share a letter like this. I absolutely intend to pay it forward: not in exactly the same way, but with the same belief in human connectedness.
I am taking a photography class at Old Dominion University. Our assignment was to research an artist/photographer and I chose Chuck Close. I went to the school’s art library and was leafing through the Parkett Magazine, Volume 60 when I came across this letter. It is written in French and appears to be a love letter for Jonathan from Rob.
I found this when I was moving out of my old apartment. I discovered a grungy couch on the opposite side of the building, like somebody had moved out but didn’t have enough room for all of their stuff. I imagined two adolescents passing “grown up” notes while sitting on that grungy couch, wondering what being in love feels like.
FOUND by Warren in the DAV Thrift Store, Springfield, Missouri
Found this neatly folded on the shelf with all the bags of toys at a DAV thrift store. I really feel for Destiny. I hope that Justin called her (after family dinner of course) but we may never know. This is framed and hanging in my house. Also, a friend’s band titled one of their songs “The lost love letter of…” after it.
This was left in class one day as I was getting ready to go. I student-teach at the middle school for 5th and 6th graders. I’m glad to know that even in the Bible Belt South love of any gender can exist. I’m going to keep it.