In the third year of my marriage to my childhood sweetheart,
I happened to stumble across an old post he’d written.
In it, he talked about being forced to part from the person he truly loved, and how he had “no choice” but to marry the girl-next-door childhood friend.
And I just so happened to be that childhood friend in his story.
In his tragic little romance, I was the obstacle standing between the male and female leads.
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