The Greatest Love All
Gently she lifted the old typewriter from the shelf and placed it on the table near the window. The Remington was like an old friend, long forgotten. Was it really a year since she had used it? Yes, it was.
She recalled the very last letter she typed out to him – her goodbye letter, telling him she could no longer bear to be an also-ran in his life. For two years before that, she had typed out a letter to him every day. Now she wondered whether he had really bothered to read those letters. Everyday she had written of her hopes, her love and her dreams for them…..
When he didn’t bother to respond to her goodbye letter, her already broken heart, just gave up. She had no will to write again. The Remington was put away – another reminder of unrequited love.
But today, it was time to start typing letters again. Inserting a rough sheet of paper into the roller, she tentatively typed: The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. She repeated this line several times, until she got her typing rhythm back.
She was inspired. She was falling in love again and she just had to express her love. Taking off the rough sheet, she placed a sheet of that lovely thick letter paper she had bought the day before. Smiling to herself, she began typing her love letter: Dear Me.
“The most powerful relationship you will ever have is the relationship with yourself.” ― Steve Maraboli