I sat frozen after reading the letter. I didn’t know who the people involved in the letter were, but I wanted to know more. I wanted to know Mary; I wanted to be friends with this mythical creature Ben longed for. I started longing for her. I tried researching on line for these two real life characters but the commonness of their name was of no help. How many Mary’s could there be in the world? Thousands.
For the years to come, I thought of Mary and Ben. I imagined what had become of their lives, and hoped one day I could join them. My life stopped the moment I read their letter, and as much as I wanted to, my life never started over. It wouldn’t without them.