A Nostalgic Walk
Once we were far enough from my parents’ house, I decided to show Jacob around my hometown. There was the small ice cream parlor I frequented as a child, the library where I spent countless hours, and the park where I’d played with friends. Every corner held a memory, and sharing them with Jacob felt like intertwining our pasts. His interest in my stories and his empathy made the wounds of rejection sting a little less. Going to places where my beautiful memories resided brought some greatly needed relief.