Right here waiting for you
Kate Baer, 50, Guisborough, North Yorkshire
Seeing the bundle of letters fall in front of me, I felt my heart thud.
It was November 2020, and we were in lockdown.
To cheer myself up, I’d decided to put up my Christmas decorations early, but as I rummaged around the wardrobe looking for fairy lights, I’d come across an old box I’d not looked in for years.
‘Guenther’s letters,’ I said, my heart pounding.
Bound with a 90s scrunchy, I’d had these letters for decades.
Guenther was my first love, the one who’d got away.
And reading through his letters on that
