Some love stories are sweet and beautiful. And then, there's ours.
I let her go.
I didn’t have a choice
Callie was never mine—she couldn’t be.
She belonged to my brother.
It was his ring on her finger.
I hated him for that.
Sometimes I hated her.
There were things I didn’t know and ultimately, I let her down.
I did everything I could to rectify that.
Including getting revenge on my brother.
Still, you can’t stay where you’re not wanted. I was forced to walk away yet again.
Unfortunately, walking away doesn’t mean forgetting.
Old flames can smolder for a lifetime, refusing to burn out.
That’s not always a good thing—especially if it ignites flames that consume you.