She had just returned to work from her 3rd maternity leave.
The office hadn't changed in the months she'd been away.
Everyone was busy at their computers, cups of steaming coffee close by.
She walked past the open doors tossing greetings to her old friends -
Stopped at few to show pictures of the latest addition to her family and talk some small talk not related to work.
Eventually she found her way to her own office. Switched on the light and gave a smile to the chaos. Nothing had changed. The whiteboard was covered in flowcharts depicting some new design that her officemate was working on. Technical manuals were piled on the 'visitor' chair.
White Binders were stacked high on the side of her workstation. Those were the 'light' reading she'd have to do to 'catch up'....
She noticed that the district secretary had taken it upon herself to stack her mail neatly on her desk.
She turned on her PC, and while it booted, turned and began to rifle thru it in an attempt to clear some space.
She thought this would be an easy place to begin again.
Most of the mail was junk; outdated newsletters, technical advertisements, a couple of magazines. There were a few invitations to software expos, two Christmas cards from colleagues she'd never met, some building services announcements about the moving of the supply room, and about reserved parking spaces, some organization charts....
And then she came upon the letter.
It was just a plain 4x9 inch white envelope.
There was no return address.
The writing was sloppy, difficult to read, and hauntingly familiar....
The postmark indicated it had been sent over a month before-
She sat staring at it for a full minute before turning it over and carefully opening the seal.
Inside there was a single page of white-lined paper filled with words.
She didn't read it at first.
She turned it over in her hands looking at the signature at the bottom to be sure of what she already knew.
How did he find her?
What could he possibly want to say?
She hadn't seen or heard from him in 15 years....
She felt light-headed.
Without realizing it, one hand had moved to her forehead.
Her heart was racing.
She began to read.
"What if I'd reacted differently to your reaching out to me that day under the bridge?
Would it have changed our fate?
What if I'd told you how I'd always loved your smile and have missed it every single day of my life?
Would you believe me?
What if I'd been brave enough to make love to you as you deserved to be made love to?
If I hadn't been such a coward? If I hadn't been afraid of losing the best friend I had come to rely on?
Would we be together now?
Would I know that lasting kind of love I've searched for and haven't been able to find?
Would it make you happy to know that no one has ever loved me in the way you loved me?
With such purity.
With such single purpose.
With such devotion.
No one has looked at me with your eyes.
I've thought about how a life with you would have been.
How full of happiness.
I've even thought about what our children would have looked like.
With your blonde hair and my blue eyes.
I remember you telling me how you'd imagined little blonde babies in overalls running thru freshly cut grass...
With you there would have been children-
And family.
And joy.
If only I realized then how much you meant to me.
If only I hadn't hurt you.
If only...
She stopped reading.
She was crying and she didn't want anyone passing by to catch her weeping at her desk.
She got up, and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, and shut the door.
When she finished the letter, she folded it up and placed it in the center drawer.
She sat breathing deeply trying to compose her thoughts.
There was a time when she'd wished with her whole being that he'd regret his choice.
For years it had been her mantra....'he will be sorry for what he let pass'.
But that day, knowing the depth of his regret, she wished she'd never had those thoughts.
For in all the time that had passed, she'd never once wondered
what if?



