After she dumped me in high school in 1980 to marry my best friend, she had the nerve to find me on Facebook forty years later to see if I wanted to get back together.
Forty years, four decades, a lifetime. After building a life with the man she left me for, she came circling back like nothing happened, like betrayal has an expiration date, like I’d be flattered she remembered me. What she really remembered wasn’t me, it was the comfort, the security, the loyalty she threw away. Now that time has stripped away her looks, her options, and her leverage, she comes knocking, hoping the man she betrayed would be stupid enough to give her a second chance.
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