Come Break My Heart Again

The first time Ryder James broke my heart, I was fifteen and fearless.The second time he broke my heart, I was eighteen and jaded.Both times, I fell for him effortlessly.Falling is easy.Our landings are hard. Painful.We were a sad song with a slow melody. Flowers with paper petals. Hidden letters with visible tears. A beautiful tragedy.Except tragedies have endings. Our story just ... stopped.Seven years later, I still have more questions than answers. Questions I'm too proud to ask after almost a decade of silence. Answers he refuses to share, no matter how much time we're forced to spend together.Everything's changed ... except how I feel about him. And the recurring moments when I'm certain Ryder hasn't forgotten our past either.Can you forget your first?Or are they destined to keep breaking your heart ... over and over again?