In the weeks that followed, Sarah and I communicated more openly, our conversations a blend of past reminiscences and future hopes. There were moments of laughter, but also of tension, as we navigated our new normal.
One afternoon, I received a text from her. « Can we meet? Just us? » it read. I agreed, curious about what she wanted to discuss. We met at a small café, the familiar setting a backdrop for our tentative reunion.
« I’ve been thinking a lot, » Sarah began, her hands wrapped around her coffee cup. « About everything. And I realize now how unfair I was being. » Her honesty was disarming, and I felt a glimmer of hope that we were moving in the right direction.
« I just want you to know that I’m sorry, » she continued, her eyes meeting mine with sincerity. « I never meant to make you feel like I was trying to take him away. I just… I miss having you both in my life. »
Her words were a balm to the tension that had simmered between us. « I miss you too, » I admitted, reaching across the table to squeeze her hand. « Let’s figure this out, together. »
We spent the afternoon talking, sharing stories and dreams, rebuilding the trust that had been frayed. It wasn’t a perfect resolution, but it was a start, and that was enough for now.
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