A lot can happen in seven years. I would know-because memory doesn't fade, it rewinds.
When I met Joe, we were different people. Hopeful. Unbroken. Somewhere along the way, we turned those people into casualties of the life we built together. What we have now is a mess of regrets, silences, and things left unsaid-and yet I can't stop replaying it. Us. Where we fractured. Whether there's anything left worth saving.
My memories unspool like film reels, looping through moments I can't let go of, searching for the frame where everything went wrong-or the one that might still set us right. If not for the love we once shared, then for the little boy who binds us forever.
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