“Congratulations on your engagement,” the text flashed across my phone. It was the first I had heard from him in years, besides the countless scenarios in my head where he’d speak to me and beg me to come back. I wish it was an exaggeration to tell you that I thought about him every day. I wish it weren't true that the moment my fiancé, *Paul, slipped that diamond on my finger, I immediately started mourning the loss of the only true love I’d known: *Bryce. “Who’s that, babe?” Paul asked as he cut into his steak. We were out to dinner to celebrate something. It may have even been to acknowledge the fact that in less than a year, we’d be bound together by marriage. We would take an oath in front my father, a pastor, and before God to never abandon one another or forsake our vows until death would part us forever. I looked across the table at the face I promised to love for the rest of my days and immediately regretted giving up on our no-phone policy at dinner. “It’s...