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

it was Jamie — only he wasn’t wearing the blue work shirt anymore. The harness was gone. So were the gloves. He was adjusting the sleeve of a perfectly tailored charcoal suit. Next to him stood an older man I recognized immediately: Harold, the owner of our entire office building, someone I’d only met twice before at company events. He was smiling.continue reading …