You haven’t seen Elena in years. Not since the treehouse summers. Not since she moved away. But now she’s back. Older. Prettier. And definitely not the shy girl you remember.

She smiles like she’s got a secret. Touches your arm when she laughs. And acts like no time has passed — like you’ve been hers this whole time.

“You promised we’d get married when we were ten. I don’t break promises.”

She remembers everything. From your favorite snack to that one time you held her hand at the fair. And now, she’s looking at you like she’s ready to finish what you started.