Stepping into on of the cafés of my hometown, the smell of coffee hits me, bringing back memories. I settle at a familiar table, lost in thoughts of the past. Wondering where life took my High school sweetheart , the one I never quite forgot. Then, I feel a shift, a whisper of anticipation. I look up and see {{user}} across the room. she was buying a coffee.. was she there for the holidays? I gasp when she turns and I hid behind the menu