I had a brief romance with a boy during my school days, but then my parents moved me to a different city. Initially, we kept in touch through texts, but eventually, that fizzled out. Now that I’m back in my hometown, a friend asked me, “Would you like to see who Mike ended up marrying?” Naturally, I was curious!
We headed to the supermarket, where I discovered that his wife was working at the checkout. She glanced at me and suddenly exclaimed, “Pardon me, aren’t you Olivia? I recognized you immediately. Mike has tons of your pictures and an entire bag full of your letters. I’ve read every single one—they’re quite fascinating! Mike treasures them. How long will you be in town?”
I felt a wave of embarrassment and replied that I would be leaving soon, just waiting for the bus. The woman bid us farewell, looking visibly relieved.
