Walking Away

They say you never forget your first love. I was 30 when I fell for Finley. We'd meet at a coffee shop after school. Finley had warm voice that made my heart skip. We thought it would last forever. Years later, I saw Finley at the grocery store. We smiled, hugged, promised to keep in touch. We never did. But that feeling? It's still there, tucked away in a corner of my heart.