Madeline took a deep breath as she picked up her favorite pen. She'd decided on using one of her feminine note cards decorated with
pink roses-along with a few sheets of matching pink writing paper, to
showcase the extra thoughts she was certain would spill out of her heart
and onto the pages. It was definitely a risk to mail such an intensely
personal correspondence to the home of Ken's parents, though it was a
far safer option than mailing it to the house he once shared-or might
still possibly share, with his ex-wife.
In meditation earlier that morning, Maddy had a revelation: The "full
circle" feeling that had consumed her since the dawn of the New Year
had everything to do with Ken-and their unfinished business. While it
might have been appropriate, indeed, necessary way back when to banish
him from her mind as if she'd never even met him, it was time to
acknowledge the truth. Since the thought of posing as an old high school
friend and calling his home terrified her, when the inspiration to write him
a letter flooded her mind and stirred her soul she knew she'd discovered a
Divine alternative.
And with the option of entrusting it to the care of his mom and dad,
who perhaps not-so-coincidentally lived just down the road, her
apprehensions were alleviated. Not completely vanquished, but calmed
enough to compel her to act on her decision immediately, before
accomplishing anything else on that sunny Monday. Thus filled with faith
and hope, Madeline began to form the delicate cursive letters that would
combine to create a beautiful mosaic of gratitude, remorse and affection.