Gripping the wall leading to the hallway, I make eye contact one final time with the man I’ve held on to since I was thirteen. The man I’ve depended on and trusted and crushed on and loved—loved achingly, desperately, and completely. Our love has brought nothing but pain, to a place where I’m considered the other woman. I’ll never be the one he puts a ring on, who he shares his bed with, we won’t have children and grow old together, because ten years ago he made the choice to do all those things with her.
