“He was my first love. We dated for ten days when we were very young, but my mom would not allow the relationship. She told me: ‘He’s an American, and he’s an actor. He’ll never make anything of himself.’ Then she told me: ‘There are millions of men, but I’m your only mother.’ She told me to never contact him again, and I listened to her.
She took me to Korea for awhile, and when I came back, I never made contact with him again. I never even gave him an explanation. That was over twenty years ago.
Then four years ago I Googled him. I saw that he was running a theater company. I wrote him a long letter out of the blue, explaining everything. We’d both been married. We both had kids. But here we are— finally together.”
This makes me want to cry from happiness.