I Was Scrolling Facebook When I Saw My Old College Photo—And Realized My First Love Had Been Searching For Me For 45 Years

with age. Some were addressed to my old dorm room. Others had no address at all. They were organized chronologically, bundled with rubber bands that had long since snapped.

Dear Susan, I am writing this from a motel in Phoenix. Dad had another seizure today. I wiped his face and told him it was okay, but I wanted to scream. I wanted to call you. I walked continue reading …