The One That Got Away
Just as Justin proposed to me, a phone call interrupted him.
Standing close by, I clearly heard the voice on the other end of the line.
“Justin, I’m hurt. My leg hurts so much!”
Justin snapped the ring box shut and looked at me.
“Alice is injured. I’ll have to do this another time.”
With those words, he sprinted away, leaving everyone around us staring in astonishment.
I had never met Alice, but her presence lingered in every corner of our lives.
At meals, Justin would mention her fondness for sweet desserts.
When I dressed, I came to know her love for soft lavender hues.
I argued, I wept, I lashed out, but Justin always countered with the same line. “You’re so jealous. Everyone has their first love. She’s my past, but you’re my future.”
So, I turned to a man who had once called me his first love—Quentin—and made a bold proposition.
“Let’s get married.”
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