The Love Letter
Pat Lawson Westbrook Fourteen is an early age to agree to get married. Even so, I agreed to marry my sixteen-year-old boyfriend. As the year rocked on, my personality changed dramatically. I wasn't the same happy, fun-loving person. By the time summer came along, I let him know I had changed my mind. Almost instantly, I became my old self. He even told me how I seemed different. When his family moved to Louisiana, we wrote each other often. When I got a letter from him, I would put it in a wooden box and lock it. One day I realized someone had been picking the lock and reading his letters. To let the person who was doing such a thing know I was on to them, I put a note in the box that read ha-ha no letters today. When my boyfriend came to town, I told him my parents were reading his mail. With a funny look on his face, he told me instead of staying in my home while he was in town he would stay with a friend. He left and I nev...