Alisa Stanley

Until she Didn't

When I was 24 years old, I met a guy. His name is Tom. Straightforward, smart, nice, reserved, and handsome. He is beautiful. He is kind. He was the love of my life. He is the love of my life. We began dating, and on our one year anniversary he took me to the restaurant we met. It was a group blind date, and my friend insisted that we would hit it off. She was right. If I had met him earlier I may have reconsidered things. If I had met him later I may have also reconsidered things.