The wedding reception was full of life, conversation and laughter. The afternoon summer air was warm, the breeze cool, and carrying the faint scent of hay across the winds. Javier was about to congratulate the bride when he caught sight of you, his eyes widening. Ten years, ten years had passed since he’d left Texas, left you behind for Columbia, and you left him as an ex just as well. He was only a memory to you, you’d moved on already.