Ceo my little

Something I hadn't felt since the day she left. She made me feel alive. Now I'm questioning everything about our past and my future. Freya Breaking Max's heart seemed like a good idea at eighteen. I needed him to forget me and let me go. All these years I pretended that what we had was never real. I told myself I wanted what was best for him. I told myself it wasn't me. After seeing him again, I'm not so sure. As his wedding day approaches, I wonder if I should tell him the real reason I left. Would that make any difference? To my little cherry: you are my courage. Love, Mom.