The Last Three Years
Chapter 1
It’s been three years since I last saw him. One-thousand and ninety-five days since he slammed the front door and never looked back. I’ve thought many times about that day. Every time has led to tears as I remember how many mistakes I made that never had the chance to be rectified. Of course, I would do it differently if I could, but second chances like that only happen in movies. I hurt him. I knew that as I was doing it, and yet I could never find the strength to stop. It went on for a long time, the affair that is, and like many mistakes, it started off innocent. A friendly coworker, a few late nights, inside jokes, and an accidental kiss.