In the weeks that followed, Sarah and I communicated more openly, our conversations a blend of past reminiscences and future hopes. There were moments of laughter, but also of tension, as we navigated our new normal.
One afternoon, I received a text from her. “Can we meet? Just us?” it read. I agreed, curious about what she wanted to discuss. We met at a small café, the familiar setting a backdrop for our tentative reunion.
“I’ve been thinking a lot,” Sarah began, her hands wrapped around her coffee cup. “About everything. And I realize now how unfair I was being.” Her honesty was disarming, and I felt a glimmer of hope that we were moving in the right direction.
“I just want you to know that I’m sorry,” she continued, her eyes meeting mine with sincerity. “I never meant to make you feel like I was trying to take him away. I just… I miss having you both in my life.”
Her words were a balm to the tension that had simmered between us. “I miss you too,” I admitted, reaching across the table to squeeze her hand. “Let’s figure this out, together.”
We spent the afternoon talking, sharing stories and dreams, rebuilding the trust that had been frayed. It wasn’t a perfect resolution, but it was a start, and that was enough for now.
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