March 1, 2020

Allen, where are you? Can you hear me or see me? Do you know I still love you? That I always have and always will?

I can't believe that tonight, at 10:00, it will be 50 years since we started dating. I remember that if you hadn't asked me to the dance by 10 p.m., I was going to go out with Paul, even though I was madly in love with you. I figured you just weren't interested in me. But you made the deadline even though you didn't know there was one. And I was the happiest girl alive. We were so young - I was a month short of 18 and you were a month older than 16. I never regretted the decision to say yes. Not even when you left me. My only regret is that I wasn't good enough for you and that I wasn't allowed to say goodbye before you died. But I still love you. How pathetic is that? I hope you are in Heaven and happy and with my parents and yours ... and Pino. I hope I get to see you again someday.

I love you.