PS: I loved you

It’s a story as old as time.

Girl meets boy, boy meets girl. Girl falls head over heels. Boy not so much. It ends the way it must. With a broken heart on one side. But life goes on.

Separate lives, separate paths. For years. But then suddenly their paths cross again.

The girl thinks, well, there’s two who can play this game. This time she’s warned. Quite literally ready to take revenge. And girl, revenge tastes sweet. At least for a while. Then emotions and feelings creep in. Like traitors.

But this time she won’t fall for it.

Third time’s the charm, they say. No wonder, then, that after another period of going their separate ways, they seem destined to stumble upon each other again. What will it be this time? All grown up. Wiser? More cautious? More cynical?

Or just more rational?

What is it that always seems to draw them together? Like a moth to a flame. But the third time’s not the charm with them. Girl hits breaks. Backs out. Draws the line. Gets out.

But what is it that’s haunting her?

Is it haunting her?

Was it even love?

The feeling she so desperately wants to find again? But she never does.

She does not know.

Maybe now is the time to get rid of old ghosts.

She never told him.

Now is the time.

I loved you.

Or the idea of you?

Of us?