A Restaurant in New York

T.S. Lowry
Sep 2, 2018 · 3 min read
Photo by Huy Phan on Unsplash

Scarlett and I haven’t spoken in years. But here we are, sitting across the table from one another.

The person I once claimed was the girl of my dreams started dating — and married — a person I despised. I moved on by burying myself in a writing dream in California.

It’s been years since I thought about the girl who, it appears now, got away.

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T.S. Lowry

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