Time flies.
Language: en
The day I decided to leave, I met a girl. She looked at me with open curiosity. “Hey, handsome, you look so much like my boyfriend.” My heart ached with a complicated mix of emotions as I gazed at nineteen-year-old Luna. “I *am* him. And I was just about to leave your thirty-five-year-old self.” 1 Luna froze, a rare flicker of panic crossing her youthful, radiant face. I watched her silently, offering no explanation, no accusations. The mistakes thirty-five-year-old Chloe made shouldn't be laid at Luna's feet. “No, why are you leaving, Alex?!” “I love you so much!!” A sharp pang…