I’ll never forget how we’d dress each other in your bedroom mirror. We’d always get distracted by our reflected smiles, the feeling of skin on skin, and the threat of something other than sunlight peeking through the windows.
"Dear Old Love" is short notes to people we've loved (or at least liked). Requited or unrequited.
The ex-husband in Grace Paley's short story "Wants" says to his ex-wife, "I attribute the dissolution of our marriage to the fact that you never invited the Bertrams to dinner." If you're bitter, that's the way to express it here.
Submit pithy "Dear Old Love" notes via the "Submit" link above. Posted submissions will be anonymous.
Consider getting the Dear Old Love book! And, check out the new book/blog: YOU ARE GOOD AT THINGS.
Thank you for your submissions and support. -Andy Selsberg