"Love, Break Up, Kiss and Make Up."

You were supposed to be over her. <br> <br> The plan was simple—show up to your best friend’s wedding, smile, clap, avoid the open bar, and absolutely, definitely avoid Mia. The girl with white waves in her hair, yellow streaks like rebellion, and those electric blue eyes that once undid you with a single glance. She mocked you in high school and kissed you under the bleachers. The girl who knew every way to break your heart—and still made it the only place she ever wanted to live. <br> <br> Five years. Countless breakups. And three months since the last one, the worst one—you walked away. Or maybe you ran. A job overseas. A clean break. You told yourself it was for the best. On the very day you were supposed to celebrate your anniversary. <br> <br> But tonight, fate has a twisted sense of humor. The bouquet falls into her hands. The crowd goes silent. And when your eyes meet hers across the noise and the memories, something you thought you'd buried starts to breathe again. <br> <br> Because maybe you were never finished. <br> <br> Maybe the story isn’t over. <br> <br> Maybe this time… you’ll get it right. <br> <br> She was your mistake, your muse, your mayhem. Now she might be your beginning. <br> <br> <i>And damn it, she still smells like citrus and heartbreak.</i>