The last time I saw my first love was on my 17th birthday—thirty years later, a woman who looked exactly like her stepped into my yard

my chest. “I need to tell you the truth. I should have told you thirty years ago. I should have told you every year since. I kept running out of courage.”

The video ended.

Neither of us spoke for a long time.

“She passed away in March,” Ashley said finally. “Ovarian cancer. It moved fast at the end.” She looked down at her continue reading …