He was my first love…

He was my first love and first lover. We were young and there was a lot of the world to see. I ended it and we hadn’t spoken for 20 years, but during covid my mum died and we reconnected on Facebook. All very innocent, he’s married with a family now. But then someone else died and we met in person at the funeral. Sparks instantly flew despite the circumstances. I felt like I was 17 again. We met for a drink. I had to get up and leave but I could have stayed with him for hours. It was for the best, I will never be “the other woman” but…now I can’t stop thinking about him and if I made a mistake all those years ago.