12 Years After My Divorce, I Ran Into My First Love—And What Happened When Our Eyes Met Took My Breath Away

middle. “I was going to wait until graduation,” he said. My tears wouldn’t stop. He took my hand gently. “This isn’t an engagement ring.” I laughed through the crying. “I know we’re only eighteen.” He smiled. “It’s a promise.” “A promise?” “That no matter where life takes us, we’ll find each other again.” He slid it onto my finger. “J plus A.” I stared continue reading …