Years had passed since you and Marty were together, but the memories lingered in his mind like an echo. He had tried to convince himself that Jennifer was enough, but every time he looked at her, he only saw you.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing, something that had been there all along. And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

It was late afternoon when he found you sitting at the same café where you had spent countless hours together. You were looking out the window, lost in thought, as if no time had passed.

Marty stood frozen for a moment, unsure of what to say or if you even wanted to see him. But in the end, his feet moved on their own, and he was standing in front of you.

—"I ended things with Jennifer," he said quietly, almost nervously. "It wasn’t her. It was always you."

Your gaze softened, surprised by the words he had just spoken. You hadn’t expected this.

—"I never stopped thinking about you," he continued, his voice full of regret. "I tried to move on, but it always led back to you. I should have known it from the start."

For a moment, neither of you said anything, the weight of his words hanging in the air.

Finally, Marty sighed.

—"I didn’t know how to fix it… but I needed you to know. I never let go."

The tension between you both was palpable, a mix of nostalgia and unresolved feelings, but Marty knew he couldn’t pretend anymore. Not with you.