My Ex's Greatest Regret
Three days before the wedding, I was cleaning out some old boxes when I remembered the time capsule Natasha Rowe and I buried ten years ago.
When I mentioned it, her face stiffened for a moment. She quickly tried to talk me out of going.
"It's been so long," she said. "Someone probably dug it up already."
I didn't think much of it and went back to our old high school alone.
At the spot where we buried it, I started digging.
Instead of one box, I pulled out five metal containers of different sizes.
Two of them were the ones Natasha and I buried ten years ago, their surfaces rusted and worn.
But there were three others.
One of them was just as rusted as ours. The other two looked almos
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