Finding Hope

They say you never forget your first love. I was 44 when I fell for Finley. We'd meet at the beach after school. Finley had kind eyes that made my heart skip. It changed me 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.