When I was 22 and just married, I fell in love with an 18-year-old I worked with. He and I spent an emotionally intense but physically chaste summer together and, at the end of it, he went to university and I never saw him again. I am now 72 and trying to tidy my life. I have a bundle of letters and poems he wrote for me that I have kept through many moves. Should I try to contact him (I have no idea where he is) to return these letters? It feels awful to destroy such an outpouring of love, but I do not want my children to have to deal with it.
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