The Love Story Passed Nineteen Again

eks were a blur

ed my route to the library t

was a s

arried on whispers an

showering Tiffa

dad' s beat-up Ford, which he s

a small, silly teddy be

or me, not even in the ea

e walks by the river, sh

sn' t the "flowers and

, for Tiff

voice laced with pity, "That Mark, he' s like a new man w

t life, sagging for years because Mark was

a confirmation of the ugl

choosing Tiffa

ed tiny ways, how little I ha

diner where Mom worked, wa

notebook, trying to lo

jingled, and in walked T

mach c

e, tucked away in

ing, Mark' s arm casually drap

rawberry milksha

k coffee, just li

it seemed, di

imatedly about somethi

napkin holder, sending napk

sy me!" s

down, picking them u

em, babe,

me babe. It was always

s ear, and as she did, a little bit of her milkshake

ry!" she exclaimed, dabbing at

on't worry about it, T

such open affection

towards the back of the diner, and

on. No guilt. Just a b

ack to Tiffany,

any was in the restroom, Ma

s he going to say som

ped at

said, his

trying to keep my

his tone accusatory. "You got

d. "What? No

self," he cut me off. "Tiffany' s a great g

e? I hadn' t

drama, Mark," I said, m

Look, just stay ou

espond, Tiffany

to go

y softened. "Yeah

his back and walking out with her, his arm

slightly, the encount

me. He actively disliked

as like a cold st

or thought I knew

as never reall