“Long lost love”
Lara
The last time I saw Jake, we were eighteen and stupidly in love. We stood in the middle of the airport terminal, hands locked together like we could stop time if we just held on tight enough. He was flying to London for university, some fancy architecture program that had accepted him with a full trip.
I was heading to Sydney the next day for marine biology, a dream I’d chased since we were kids collecting shells on the beach together. We promised we’d make it work. Video calls every night, visits during breaks, handwritten letters like the old movies we used to watch in his basement.
We lasted six months. Time zones murdered us. His lectures started when my day was ending. My labs ran late into nights when he was just waking up. The calls grew shorter, the s
