The Last Time I Saw My First Love Was on My 17th Birthday—Thirty Years Later, a Woman Who Looked Exactly Like Her Walked Into My Yard and Changed Everything I Believed About the Past

We didn’t correct them. We didn’t need to. What we had felt too real to argue about.

We had plans.

Real ones.

A college acceptance I was proud of.

An apartment we had chosen from a newspaper listing—third floor, west-facing windows, a fire escape we imagined sitting on at night.

We even talked about furniture we had never bought, as if imagining it made continue reading …