In Love with the superstar

As I step off the plane and breathe in the familiar scent of my hometown, a mix of nostalgia and anticipation fills my heart. It's been years since I last walked these streets, but today, I return home to be a part of something special. New York has become my home now, a bustling city where dreams are chased, but here, in this place, I am reminded of where it all began. I am back for my best friend's wedding, and as luck or perhaps fate would have it, I find myself as part of the bridal party. The excitement of the occasion and the bittersweet taste of memories flood my mind. But there's something else that lingers, a thought that both excites and unnerves me, my first love, the one who stirred my soul and ignited my heart, will also be there. As we drive through the familiar streets of New Haven, my mind can't help but wander back to memories of Andy. Andy, the boy who live down the street from my house who stole my heart long before I even understood what love truly meant. The memories flood back, each one tinged with a bittersweet nostalgia that tugs at my heartstrings. We met 11 years ago during summer camp. Emma was supposed to join me but then something came up and she had to spend that summer with her parents. I was forced to go on my own and that’s where we met. Like me, he knew no one and we just found ourselves hanging out. I thought I would hate it without Emma being there, but a certain boy with dirty blond hair and blue eyes made sure I enjoyed myself. A few weeks after summer camp, I met him again at Middleton high, both of us starting tenth grade and in the same class. Before I could tell Emma, he was the boy from summer camp, she introduced me to him as his cousin. I was stunned I just went ahead and pretended like we had just met and he reciprocated. It was funny we both just played along and went on with it, pretending like we met at Middleton high. Amongst the group we behaved like friends but then secretly dated. Because of how our relationship started, we have always behaved the same even after high school and throughout college. I remember the countless hours we spent together as teens hanging out, exploring the woods behind our houses, and dreaming about our futures. Andy was always there, a constant presence in my life, a source of comfort and joy amidst the chaos of my parents' crumbling marriage. But then everything changed. My parents divorced after I finished high school, and Andy moved away. He got a scholarship to Yale and started playing professional football which made it even more difficult for us to see each other. The last time we saw each other was two years ago, a chance encounter that sparked an unforgettable night of passion. We haven't spoken since then, life taking us on different paths, pulling us away from each other. Time has passed, and I often wondered if our connection was simply a fleeting flame or something deeper, something meant to be explored further. But our love life has always been like that since we first met over 10 years ago. It has been so long of keeping our love life a secret or rather on the low. Not so many people have had an idea of our relationship. Memories of our past intertwine with the present. I recall the way he looks at me, his eyes full of tenderness and longing. The warmth of his touch still lingers on my skin, a reminder of the passion we once shared. But now, standing at this crossroad of past and present, I wonder if our paths will converge once more or if they are destined to forever remain parallel. The last time we saw each other was two years ago. He invited me to a weekend away in California that started off well. We stayed at the best hotel, had good food and shared so much passion together. The following day, we went out together without him being disguised and that ruined the rest of the weekend. We got into a fight about his popularity and my privacy, and we haven’t spoken or seen each other since then. I know that attending this wedding will bring a mix of emotions, but I choose to embrace the uncertainty. Life has a funny way of surprising us, and maybe, just maybe, this event is meant to be more than a celebration of my best friend's love. It could be an opportunity for me to confront the lingering questions in my heart and find closure, or perhaps even rekindle a love that never truly faded. Our love seems to never fade away. Part of me is terrified of what seeing Andy again might unearth. What if he's moved on, found someone else to share his life with? What if he doesn't feel the same way about me anymore? The thought of facing rejection from the one person who meant the world to me is almost too much to bear. But another part of me is hopeful, hopeful that maybe, just maybe, seeing Andy again will reignite the spark that never truly died between us. Maybe this is my chance to finally find closure, to put the past behind me and move forward with my life. As I continue my journey through the streets of New Haven, I can't shake the feeling of anticipation that fills me. Whatever happens when I finally come face to face with Andy, one thing is for certain, it's going to change everything. What if seeing him again brings back a flood of emotions that I have worked so hard to suppress? Will our reunion be awkward, or will the sparks still fly, rekindling a flame that never truly died? We arrive at the hotel where I am staying. I am staying at a hotel because I have no home here. My parents sold our house, Emma’s house is full of people coming to attend the wedding, Abby and Dylan are expecting their second child and I don’t want to bother any of them so I booked myself a nice room which shall be my home for the next two weeks. I sent Emma and Abby a text that I arrived safely. Both angry at me for not telling them because they wanted to pick me from the airport. To make up, I ask if they both want to meet up. I am Starving and need to eat something. Emma suggested our favorite diner. It has been our spot for over a decade now. I quickly freshen up before leaving to meet my friends. As I cross the lobby heading straight for the door with my purse, I hear a familiar voice. “Olivia!” Only one person addresses me by my full name. I turn around and I find myself face to face with the boy who once meant everything to me. Andy, the superstar NFL player whose presence is now about to shake up the peaceful rhythm of my life once again. My heart starts to race as he closes the distance between us with each step he takes. “Andy?” A smile spreads across his face before he stops in front of me and then does the most unexpected thing. He captures my lips with his.