After the accident, it was like I saw a ghost.

I thought he was dead, I never expected to see him again.

But there he was standing in the flesh right in front of me.

It was so surreal, I had to pinch myself.

We were more than just high school sweethearts, we were soulmates to be married as soon as he got back from Afghanistan.

But ten years went by and not a phone, not even a letter.

Why did he leave me high and dry?

Do we have another chance?

Or will he run when he finds out what he left me with?