Most people can avoid the one who got away. Not me. Mine is on every billboard in town.
Star is my first love, the one I thought I’d be with forever. But one week after I summoned the courage to ask him out, he got the call that will change everything.
He dropped out of college and flew across the country to star in his first made-for-TV movie. He promised to come back and finish his freshman year, but that role led to another and another.
Our daily calls became weekly calls, became holiday calls, became silence. Now, he is one of the biggest names in Hollywood. I’m happy for him. He found everything he dreamed of and more.
That doesn’t stop me from thinking about all the could’ve beens. When a man barges into my office and begs to be hidden, I recognize him instantly. It’s him, my Star.
Is this my Christmas wish come true, or am I headed toward heartbreak once again?
