Second Chances in Art and Love

I never thought I'd set foot back in the old art club. Scrolling through Instagram,

it seemed like a sign—our high school hangout was now a chic café and gallery. <break time="0.6s" />

On opening day, the familiar scent of paint and coffee ushered me in, but nothing could've

prepared me for who I saw next. There he was—Alex, my first love—standing confidently amidst

the vibrant artwork, each piece whispering tales of our past. <break time="0.6s" /> We exchanged awkward smiles,

the kind that carried years of unspoken words. "I see you've ventured into curating,"

I managed, my voice tinged with surprise. He chuckled, "And you still have

that sharp sense of humor." <break time="0.6s" /> As the day unfolded, laughter and nostalgia filled the air,