As the cab pulled up to the plaza in front of the station, she realised that he was the first man who ever called her beautiful. For a couple of seconds she went back to that day, a long long time ago. The smell of his cologne, his voice, eyes, smile — and all the feelings she felt that day rushed trough her like a wild river in early spring. She was about to meet her lost love. He was standing a few feet in front of here — for the first time in over 50 years.
They basically grew up together. She still remembered their first, “first kiss”. Just like the stories in the pocketbooks you would find at train stations, their love was intense, strong and ended all to fast. She left for college, and he pursued his passion for music.
Years passed by and they wrote each other every week or so the first couple of years, but as they both grew older — the letters stopped flowing. And slowly they started to forget the love they once shared. Their love, lost, hidden in shoeboxes.
They both found somebody else, got married and lived good lives. But as time takes it toll with all of us, their loved ones eventually passed away. By the time they both turned 70 they found themselves alone, lost and lonely.
One day a letter came for her. It was him. The first letter simply continued where they left off, he told her all about the life he had lived and the life he lived now.
The letters went back and forth for almost a year — their lost love for each other was slowly recovering. A lot of things, stories and relationships happens within 50 years — and they needed time to empty their hearts, process what they felt and get to know each other — one more time.
Eventually he decided it was time to meet. He dressed in his finest clothes. A pinstriped suit and his favorite hat. He bought a beautiful bouquet and went to the train station where they’d decided to meet.
A taxi stopped in front of him, and the door opened. He remembered the first time he called her beautiful — and for a couple of seconds he went back to that day, a long long time ago.
Then their eyes met, they laughed. Their second first kiss was shared. Lost love, lost no more.
