By: Tricia Goyer
I worked at my desk, noting in the windowsill, a family photograph that warmed my heart. The “you’ve-got-mail” chime sounded, and I glanced at my email. Scanning the name, my heartbeat quickened. Steven. My first boyfriend. My first kiss. My first everything. I opened the email: Continue reading “How I Dealt with the Flicker of an Old Flame”