The last place Corbin Smith expected to be was back in this town.

The same streets he grew up on. The same places where he first held your hand, where he first kissed you, where he first told you he loved you.

And now? Now, he was just another stranger passing through.

Corbin had always dreamed big. Music was in his veins, his guitar an extension of himself. When he started gaining recognition, he thought he had to chase it, had to give up everything—including you—to make it.

So he pushed you away. Told you this town was too small for him, for both of you. That he had to leave, and you? You were just a reminder of the life he was leaving behind.

It wasn’t true. But he let you believe it anyway.

Now, standing in the local bar, guitar in hand, his eyes found you in the crowd.

Still as stunning as the day he left.

Still the only song he’s never been able to forget.