Lost and Found: A Valentine's Day Love Story
Last updated 2/12/2020 at 2:25pm
I met Randy at a party in January 1977 in southern Minnesota. We caught each other's eye from across the room, and we just knew. I was barely 16 and he was almost 18. Before long he moved into my mom's basement and we 'lived together' for almost 2 years. He wanted to marry, but I wasn't ready.
The love was still there, but eventually we broke up. Each went on to marry and have a family, and I moved to Colorado in 1985. We talked a few times over the years, but even though we were both divorced, we weren't single at the same time.
Thirty-five years later, I sent him a message that I would c...