Love Flows Deep Into the Years

I’ve been in love with Max Carter for six years.

He gave me a ring and said we’d meet his parents this weekend.

"Here, take this and go get a haircut. My mom likes girls with short hair."

That weekend, I wore the simple ring he gave me and waited all day at the salon, but Max never showed up.

Later, I checked my phone and saw a post from his cycling partner.

[Someone ditched meeting his parents just to make my winter cycling dream come true. Guess who’s getting punished tonight!]

Normally, I’d be furious and call him a dozen times to demand answers.

But this time, I was too exhausted.