I’ve only loved one man in my life.

Gavin O’Leary.

He destroyed me.

Not because he loved me.

Not because he hated me.

But because he had no idea who I was.

He was the popular guy with the chiseled abs, dark tan and perfect hair.

The type that only dated the perfect-ten, cheerleader. 

I was the nerd who hated high school and couldn’t wait to say goodbye.​

The last thing I expected was to see him again twelve years later.​

Only this time—he notices me.

This time—he kisses me.

This time saying goodbye to Gavin O’Leary might destroy me.