Stiffed

She is the one. I knew it then, and I know it now.

It has been ten years since I first laid eyes on her, ten years since I've held her, ten years since I've been inside of her . . . and ten years since I broke her heart.

Now she's back. And when I look into the eyes of my first and only love, I know she is the one for me. She is still the most beautiful woman, and she can still make my body come alive with just a glance.

If I feel this way, she must too . . . right? Wrong. According to her, the past is the past. Her life doesn't consist of second chances, just the here and now. But guess what? I'm here, and it's now. We aren't meant to be apart—that was my mistake, and I will do whatever it takes to make her mine again.

She forgets I know what makes her blush. She forgets I know how to make her laugh and how to give her immense pleasure—but I am determined to remind her. And once I do, I will never let her go again.