The Old Record Shop

I never thought stepping into an old record shop would unravel my past.

There I was, surrounded by vinyl records, when our song started playing.

A familiar voice called out, "Isabella?" It was Jake, the boy I once loved,

now standing a few feet away. Twenty years had passed since we parted ways. <break time="0.6s" />

Jake and I had dreamed about a future together, but life took us on different paths. Today,

amidst the dusty aisles, time seemed to fold back on itself. Jake picked up a

record and smiled. "Do you remember dancing to this?" he asked. Memories flooded

back - laughter, stolen glances, whispered hopes. <break time="0.6s" /> As we talked,