Some Bridges Are Meant to Burn
Language: en
I just clocked out from work and ran into an old college buddy at the subway station. He asked me, after all these years, when I was going to forgive Sarah. Sarah was my childhood sweetheart. Five years ago, we almost tied the knot. But at our engagement party, the night before we were supposed to get our marriage license, she publicly dumped me. She said she refused to be a substitute for my "white moonlight"—my one true love—and sarcastically wished me a lifetime of happiness with her. Then she grabbed her grad school junior, turned around, and walked out. I was confused and wanted…