Dave and I had been high school classmates. Back then, he was the popular guy everyone adored. Girls would line up for a chance to get his attention, and his desk was constantly overflowing with love letters. In the end, I was just one of many.
I never imagined that someone like him could like me. So when he confessed his feelings on our graduation day, I found it hard to believe.
To prove his sincerity, he joined me in a small county town and ate at a run-down street restaurant. For two whole months, he told me every day that he liked me, as if he feared I’d forget. It wasn’t until just before college started that I finally accepted his confession.
Like countless other couples, we enjoyed four blissful years together in college. After graduation, he took over the family business, while I became a literature teacher at the top private high school in Los Angeles. Coincidentally, the school’s investor was a close friend of Dave's.
I was stunned to realize how closely tied my life had been to his over the years. But now, with just one phone call, he rushed to her side, terrified of hurting her feelings if he was even a second late. I didn’t even know he had a fiancée.