They say that time heals your wounds. I can hear my leading lady whisper in my ear: “I beg to differ.”
You can lose someone so dear to you that the wound either never heals or breaks open from the faintest touch. It’s not that you can’t live your life without that special someone: You can graduate college, work, get married, have kids, but sometimes your first love sticks with you forever, and in this case literally speaking. But what do you do when the blast from your past explodes right in front of you and everything you’ve built crashes down around you?