ne evening at the ranch, I sent my husband a photo of the sunset, cows grazing peacefully, and the calm landscape. His reply caught me off guard: “Look closer at the fence. Zoom in.”
When I did, I noticed two faded initials carved inside a heart—mine and my ex’s. I had completely forgotten about it, a memory from years ago. I tried to explain to my husband that I hadn’t noticed it, that it meant nothing to me now. But for him, those initials stirred old emotions, a lingering reminder of a past I’d moved on from but hadn’t quite erased.
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