One evening at the ranch, I sent my husband a photo of the sunset, cows grazing peacefully, and the calm landscape. His reply caught me off guard: âLook closer at the fence. Zoom in.â
When I did, I noticed two faded initials carved inside a heartâmine and my exâs. I had completely forgotten about it, a memory from years ago. I tried to explain to my husband that I hadnât noticed it, that it meant nothing to me now. But for him, those initials stirred old emotions, a lingering reminder of a past Iâd moved on from but hadnât quite erased.