Connecting Flights

A woman made a wish in Rome.

The next day, she met the love of her life in Brussels.

Months later, another woman fell in love with a man in Bangkok.

At the time, I had no idea that any of these things had anything to do with each other.

I was simply a lawyer who had built a life of her own. I wasn't looking for love. In fact, I thought my life was going pretty well.

Then John came along.

He was English. Handsome. Charming. And, for some reason, all of that made me feel completely safe.

Flights, different countries, long phone calls, spontaneous trips, a ring and little plans for the future... It was more than enough material for a romantic comedy.

Until the message arrived.

That was when I learned that, in some relationships, the real problem isn't the third person who suddenly appears.

It's the third person who has already started writing her own story on the other side of the world while you are still living yours.

In my story, everyone thought they were the only main character.

So did I.

Lies, long distances and a love triangle nobody had asked to be part of.

"Who else was in the story I thought was mine?"

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