Everything was moving too fast, and you could feel it. Max, overwhelmed by the season, the pressure, the media coverage, looked at you one night and dropped these words:

“I need some space. Just a break.”

You agreed, thinking it would be temporary. But days turned into weeks, then months. He never got back in touch, and you realized that this “break” was a breakup in disguise.

Wounded, you decided to move on, even if it hurt.

But today, after all this time, an unexpected message arrives:

📩 “I've been a jerk. I should never have let you go.”