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Starting over wasn’t romantic.
It wasn’t some grand gesture or tearful reunion in the rain. There were no passionate embraces, no declarations of “forever.” There was just a message, weeks later.
“Would you be open to coffee?”
And an answer that surprised even her.
“Yes. But this time, let’s be strangers who know better.”
Not Picking Up Where They Left Off
The coffee shop was different. New. Neutral ground.
They didn’t go back to the places that held too many memories, too much weight. Instead, they sat by a window where the light felt soft and the silence wasn’t so sharp.
Colleen wore white. Not because it meant anything, but because it made her feel calm.
Andrei was already there when she arrived, fidgeting with a coaster. When he saw her, he stood up — uncertain, respectful, restrained.
They didn’t hug.
They didn’t smile too wide.
They just sat.
And breathed.
Slow Conversation
He didn’t say sorry again.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaQDn9wAHu5
She didn’t ask for answers anymore.
Instead, they talked like people who had been burned and were now careful with the flame.
“Therapy helped,” he said. “Not just couples… solo. I learned how much I didn’t know about myself.”
She nodded. “Me too. I learned how loud I could be when I wasn’t afraid of being left.”
There was silence — but it wasn’t hollow. It was full of recognition. Of wounds stitched, not erased.
Setting the Terms
They didn’t define anything that day.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVuPDbXJpua
No promises.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgu7ycUMKxr
No “let’s try again.”
Just clarity.
Boundaries.
Intention.
“We can’t go back,” Colleen said softly, wrapping her fingers around her mug. “But I think… if we ever move forward, it has to be as people who aren’t afraid to call things by their real names.”
“No pretending,” Andrei agreed. “No walking on eggshells. No begging to be believed.”
“And no staying silent when it hurts,” she added.
They clinked mugs. Not like a toast, but like a quiet pact.
The Real Kind of Hope
There were no fireworks when they left.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiOFvw0biyw
No kisses.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3sT9ZGwbzK
Just a long walk under a sky that had nothing to prove.
He walked her to her car. Not too close. Not possessive.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡypS7D2NHsd
Just present.
And when she drove away, she didn’t cry.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEsvtZGpmKc
Not out of sadness. Not out of relief.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9cwFxIJSyT
But out of something gentler.
Hope.
The quiet kind. The grounded kind.
Not the hope that things would be perfect again — but that maybe, just maybe, something better could grow from the soil of truth.
The Blank Page
Colleen wrote again that night.
“This isn’t a second chance at the same story.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZrfS1p1Yyx
It’s a new chapter. One I’m writing slowly, in ink made of honesty and space.”
She didn’t know where it would lead.
But for the first time in a long time, she wasn’t afraid to turn the page.
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