Still worrying about Frank

Over the past few days I’ve been thinking about something I posted here almost four years ago after I found a man’s leather-bound travel journal at the cyber cafe where I used to work.
I published two of Frank’s unsent love letters to Catherine, hoping that he would find me to get his journal back, or that Catherine would see them someday and know that Frank actually did care. Also, because I find them fascinating, and finders keepers. Rarely have I seen such a raw outpouring of male emotion.