“We dated in college—my first real love. Life took us apart, but I never fully moved on. Years later, I learned from a friend that he was married. I let him go, or thought I did. Then all of a sudden, he messaged me to say it was all a misunderstanding—he wasn’t married after all. I was torn: part of me wanted to believe in second chances, part of me still carried the scar of losing him the first time. In the end, I realized I needed to heal before I could let anyone new in again, including him.”