Laura
I woke up with a sense of clarity I hadn't felt in over a week. The room was bathed in soft morning light, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I didn't feel like the weight of the world was pressing down on me. The ache in my chest, though still present, seemed bearable now.
Last night, after hours of restless tossing and turning, I'd scrolled through my phone, absentmindedly opening my gallery. The pictures of Jake and me together, a candid shot of us laughing at a park, his arm wrapped protectively around me during a vacation, our wedding photo with my veil blowing in the wind, brought a flood of memories.
It was impossible to deny how much I loved him, how much I had always wanted him. From the moment we met during that fateful one-night stand at the hotel, he had captivated me. Jake was everything I'd ever dreamed of, and even though things had gone awry, my heart ached for him.
