I was in love with my ex, until I found out he cheated on me with my best friend. But it turns out she lied about everything.
Six years later, I thought he might come back for me, but he never did, so I moved on. This morning, I woke up in a quiet apartment, staring at the ceiling, and realized I couldn't do this anymore. I ended up at a little bookstore across town, wearing the same dress I was supposed to wear the night he planned to propose. I was sitting on the floor in the fiction section, flipping through one of my favorite books, when I heard a deep voice behind me, "Ayla?" I turned around to see my ex, standing there with a little girl clutching his hand, looking at me with remorse, and his voice gruff, "There's so much I wish I could have told you."
