We didn't always live in the same area. When she had to move, she moved closer to me. When I had to move, I moved into her street. Doors apart.
Two years in, we had a huge break up. I went NC. She kept leaving heartfelt apology letters in my mailbox. I read them but didn't respond. The last one I missed. It was a goodbye letter. She attempted suicide while I was sleeping.
We are reunited... .not recycled.
I'll let you know how it turns out.