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

touched his face, but his warm brown eyes were exactly the same as I remembered them. He recognized me instantly. Slowly, almost shyly, he smiled — the same gentle smile that had once convinced eighteen-year-old me that everything would somehow be okay.

Tears blurred my vision before I even fully registered that I was crying. Jamie dipped one finger continue reading …