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Does my piss-poor attitude—including my insane letter to Christmas—have anything to do with the one that got away, the woman who just so happened to move back to our small, wintery town in the heart of Maine? Absolutely, it does.
You give a gift card, you get a gift card back. Seems pointless—why don’t we all just keep our money and call it a day.
“I hate that you’re getting so much joy out of this.” “I don’t. I’m actually loving it.”
First of all, could the man be any more attractive? You always hope for the people who break your heart to age horribly, but not Caleb Butler.
Trust me when I say if you love her, you need to fight. I know this from experience. I once loved and lost but never fought. I regret it to this day.
This is my second chance, and if I don’t do something now, I could lose her forever.
“Trying to remind you that I’m a good guy, that people make mistakes, and that even though I know our chapter is over, I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable living here.”
“Well, if you weren’t spouting heart eyes for the man, you might have heard me walking up with my cane.”
“Even during our time apart, even when our hearts were both shattered, it’s always been you. Always and forever.”
This is my girl. The one I’ve been waiting for. And sure, it might have taken a few years and some letters delivered by a friend, but we’re here, in each other’s arms, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
