I’ve only loved one man in my life.
He destroyed me.
Not because he loved me.
Not because he hated me.
But because he had no idea who I was.
He was the popular guy with the chiseled abs, dark tan and perfect hair.
The type that only dated the perfect-ten, cheerleader.
I was the nerd who hated high school and couldn’t wait to say goodbye.
The last thing I expected was to see him again twelve years later.
Only this time—he notices me.
This time—he kisses me.
This time saying goodbye to Gavin O’Leary might destroy me.