We dated all through high school, but then the day after graduation, I ended things, which I know broke his heart. But at the time, I thought I was making the best choice.
Now I regret it. Actually, I’ve regretted it for a while. Pretty much since the day we said goodbye.
As much as I want to apologize and make things right—if that’s even possible—I’m afraid to face him. And telling him why I broke up with him will crush him.
Clinging to the old adage that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, I spend an entire night making him cookies. Apologies go better with cookies, I think.
At least I hope so.