There's No Coming Back from This

by Ann Garvin

The past love I returned to, if only in my mind, time and time again.

You had to hand it to the Universe. It lies in wait and the second you get a little comfy in life, maybe even a little judgy about another parent feeding their child deep-fried chicken tenders, your kid will refuse to eat anything but McDonald’s chicken nuggets,

How that one past relationship brought on a ruthless melancholy after watching The Way We Were yet again.

Chase Bank might as well be pissed too.