The moment her name popped up on my phone screen after years of silence, my stomach did this weird flip-flop thing. You know that feeling when you're at the top of a rollercoaster just before the drop? It was like that, but with way more emotional baggage. We met at this dingy little coffee shop she used to love, and seeing her walk in wearing that same lavender perfume hit me like a time machine.
Turns out she'd been living abroad, married some finance guy who turned out to be awful, and was back to 'find herself' or whatever. The weirdest part? After all these years and all that history, we just... clicked. Like no time had passed at all. But then she started talking about how she always wondered 'what if,' and man, that's when I realized some doors should stay closed. Still can't decide if I regret meeting up or not.