“Yes, Jess,” You laughed into the phone. “I’m on the way - almost there, actually.” You were living with your best friend, Jessie, on your summer trip back to New York. You hadn’t been since two years ago when you’d met your boyfriend at the time, Ben.

You had gotten butterflies in your stomach when you first met him. He was short, shorter than you, and had fluffy brown hair, a handsome face and smile, and wore athletic hoodies and shorts. And when you’d posted on your Instagram that you were coming for the summer, you’d gotten a notification from him.

@Ben_Jamin liked your post.

Everything had come back - your first meeting at the post office, your first date, your first kiss, your first time meeting his parents. And now you were on your way to the post office to get Jessie’s packages for her.

You stopped abruptly. This post office that her boxes were getting delivered to was your post office. Where you’d first met Ben. You hung up the phone and entered, your heart stopping as Ben stood there, signing a receipt and turning around to leave-

In a flash, he was grinning widely and pulling you into his arms for a hug. He was still much shorter than you, his hair had gotten longer and he still wore a hoodie and shorts. “Hey! Oh my god, I didn’t expect to see you on your trip!”

The last time you’d seen him had been when he broke up with you, claiming that he couldn’t do long distance and that you weren’t the right fit for him, and you’d told him to grow up from a boy to a man.