Debora Harding and her husband courted the old-fashioned way – by post. But a crucial letter went missing, and it very nearly ended in disaster
It’s easy to wax nostalgic about the romance of letters in this day of electronic communication, but a long-distance romance, conducted by snail mail, across ocean waves is nothing less than torture. Though my husband and I are approaching our 25th anniversary, one letter in particular nearly cost us our relationship.
We were young. Well I was young, 23. He was younger – 18 – a fact that is still embarrassing for me to admit. But “falling in love” is not something one necessarily chooses. Our romance was unexpected in its timing and tragic in its seemingly impossible odds.
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