Bella’s words hit me like a tidal wave: she had never stopped loving me. She had let me go so I could follow my dreams. She had waited, silently, patiently, for me to be ready.
I didn’t hesitate. I booked a flight, drove to Millbrook, and stood on her doorstep, fourteen years older, wiser, but still the same Chris she had known.
When she opened the door, time collapsed. The girl I’d loved was still there—older, refined, still unmistakably her. We talked for hours, filling in the years apart, sharing the lives we had built, the roads we had traveled alone. Slowly, carefully, we found our way back to each other.
Now, she’s in Boston. Her studio. My life. We’re building something real, lasting, worth the wait.
Sometimes the longest journeys bring us home—not to a place, but to the person we were always meant to be with.
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