Unsent Letter to the Mother of a Lover

You let me date your daughter in high school. The first time I kissed her, I thought of you and how beautiful you were when I picked her up earlier that evening.
 
I’d always respected you as a teacher in our high school, knowing your divorce was devastating. We all thought that man did you wrong, but still you kept coming and teaching day after day. My friends said you sometimes stood close to the window of your classroom looking outside and they thought they saw tears.  
 
I have mixed emotions about what happened on that first of many dates with your daughter. As we made love, I remember picturing you sitting nervously at home. You could not have known that the child you conceived in passion eighteen years before would share her body completely that very night. I circled her yearbook photo. Later I circled others, but none were as special as your daughter.  
 
I remember hoping my actions didn’t hurt you, but I was not sorry I made love to your daughter. Later I learned that the absence of her father might have made her desire the affection of a man, or in my case, a boy. I’m not sure if she ever told you it happened, but you probably figured it out. She was beautiful! Every time we made love, I thought of you.    
 
Sincerely,  
 
LV