My First Love Died on My 17th Birthday — Thirty Years Later, a Young Woman Who Looked Exactly Like Her Appeared at My Door

I worked.

I built a career.

I dated.

I fell in love more than once.

Or at least I tried.

There was a woman named Carol.

I genuinely loved her.

For four years, we built something meaningful.

I even considered proposing.

Then one night she sat across from me at dinner and quietly told me something I already knew.

“I feel like I’m competing with a ghost.”

I didn’t continue reading …