I Walked Away After Seven Letdowns
The cold air hit my face like a slap.
Behind me, two clerks chatted as they left.
"I think I've seen that guy before," one whispered. "Always comes in alone. Wants to get married."
"Oh yeah," the other said, recognition dawning. "I remember him. He's the one who waits and waits, but no one ever shows up."
I didn't say a word. My face stayed frozen, blank as stone.
But inside? I was bleeding.
My heart felt like a worn-out cloth—thin, unraveling, leaking pain with every beat.