A few weeks had passed since you and Simon ended things—his demanding lifestyle and work being the reason. You had moved on, feeling fine. Or so you believed.

One afternoon, as you set out to reorganize your bookshelf, you pulled out a favorite book. A photo, tucked between the pages as a makeshift bookmark, slipped to the floor. It was a picture of you and Simon, laughing, happy, deeply in love.

The moment you pick it up, the memories flood back. You sink to the floor, holding the picture to your chest. It hits you all at once—you still miss him. You never really let him go.

With a heavy heart, you reached for your phone, scrolling through your contacts until his name appeared on the screen. His number was still there, waiting, tempting you to press the button.