Jack
Her eyes widened, my words hanging in the air between us, thick and heavy with years of unspoken truth. I watched as her face twisted in disbelief, confusion, and something close to fear. She took a step back, shaking her head as if trying to shake off my confession.
“No... no, that can’t be right. I—I barely know you, Jack,” Samantha stammered, her voice trembling. “How could I be the love of your life?”
The question hit me harder than I expected. And maybe I deserved it. For too long, I had hidden behind a wall of silence, letting her see only fragments of who I was. She had every reason to doubt me now. But this—*this*—wasn’t something I could let her walk away from, not without knowing the full truth.
“You don’t remember me, do you?” I asked, my voice softer, no longer the tou
