The Words I Couldn't Speak

I always thought letting go meant forgetting.

I told myself I was done with him-the boy who waited, the one I ignored, the one I couldn't let in because my world had rules I couldn't break. I tried to move on, flirted with others, even fell into someone else's arms... but nothing felt real.

Years passed. I focused on school, on surviving, on being "me." Then I saw him again-Jay Zer. Taller, stronger, impossibly the same. My heart remembered what my mind had tried to bury. And suddenly, everything I thought I understood about love, about moving on, about myself... became complicated.

Many people say that love waits. But what if waiting changes everything?