Unwritten Words

If I were to write a letter today it would probably start with hello.
This letter would somehow be different from all the other letters I have written or will ever write. It will begin with the usual plesantries, and ask the normal questions. An attempt to rekindle a friendship that never was... for it was passed up for the promise of something else. That something else lasted for only a fleeting moment when measured against a life time, but yet that small and seemingly insignificant amount of time can change a person.

Next would come the updates. School, work, family, roomates, and any other adventure that could be considered even slightly entertaining. Humor can really be the best medicine. An attempt at "normal" whatever that is.

When composing a letter such as this, it will be the closing that takes the longest. Carefully thought out words that tie it into a neat little package. The address, a stamp, or in this case probably the send button. In any case the question is, will I ever be brave enough to follow through.

How do you find a lost pen pal?

That is my challenge at the moment. We wrote back and forth for 8 years and now it has been just about a year since I've heard from her last. I've written a few times to the last address I have... and yet no response.

Sadly the beauty of this pen and paper relationship may now cause its end. We never exchanged any other contact information.

Our correspondence started in my 6th grade class. It was an assignment... our class wrote to this a class in Finland... I don't know how we were paired up, but at the time it really didn't matter we only wrote back and forth a few times.... I left the elementary school and forgot about my pen pal. Two years later around my birthday, an odd looking letter addressed to me came in the mail. I thought it was another chain letter.... to my surprise it was my long lost pen pal from sixth grade, asking if I would like to rekindle our friendship. We began a regular dialog in care of the post office. Some times months passed, sometimes only weeks passed, but never years…

The other day I expressed my dismay to my mom... her words were something along the line as people move on...

I know I'm very guilty of letting other relationships die... this one however; I really want to put up a fight for.

This leaves me back where I started.... How do you find a lost pen pal?