I told Jenna. “That’s it? You just went on with your lives. No undying confessions of love?” “Life isn’t a fairytale. Sometimes you just gotta know when to give up.” She wiped a few stray tears from her face. “Sometimes you gotta know when to take chances.” “I’m sorry. I wish I had a better story to tell you. The truth is, it just wasn’t meant to be for me and your father. We were different people.” “No! No! No!” She covered her face with her hands and sobbed loudly. “I don’t believe this.” My hands itched to comfort her, to tell her it would all be okay, but I was too afraid to touch her. It was hard enough letting her go the first time, this time it would be even worse. It was inevitable, she would go home. So I went on with my baking and let her cry for another minute, when I couldn’t stand it any longer, I turned back around to face her.
