Reuniting with Jason, my high school crush, at a posh restaurant felt like a scene straight out of a rom-com. But the night took a dark turn when his charming facade cracked, revealing a shocking secret that hit me like a ton of bricks. Gone was the boy I’d idolized, replaced by someone I barely recognized. Hi everyone, I’m Emma, a 35-year-old with a story that stretches all the way back to my high school days. Back then, I was the quiet, bookish girl who spent more time in the library than at parties. I had a massive crush on Jason, the school’s golden boy. Jason was handsome, popular, and seemed to have it all.“Emma, come on, you have to at least try talking to him,” my best friend Sarah would nudge me whenever Jason walked by.I would blush furiously, hiding behind my thick glasses.
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