First Love
We Broke Up at Eighteen. We Met Again at Forty.
I hadn't thought about Susan in years — not really, not in the way that keeps you up at night.
I hadn't thought about Susan in years — not really, not in the way that keeps you up at night.
I hadn't thought about Grace in years — not really, not in the way that keeps you up at night.
I hadn't thought about Dorothy in years — not really, not in the way that keeps you up at night.