One More Chance
One fantasy, one word, and five years of silence haven’t erased her hold on me.
It had been two years since my last real relationship. Long enough for everyone around me to move on — engagements, weddings, kids, family photos stuck to refrigerators. I hated how much it ate at me, the way I felt left behind. Like I was always the best man, never the groom. And then she appeared. Just a profile at first, a stranger on a screen, but somehow she felt familiar right away. With her, it was effortless. I di...
