We didn’t promise forever.
We didn’t dramatically declare we’d wait.
We just drifted.
And if you’ve lived long enough, you know that sometimes drifting feels less painful than deciding.
What I Didn’t Know Then
In the years that followed, I thought about her occasionally.
Not in a dramatic, aching way. Just in passing moments.
When I saw someone act bravely.
When I saw someone misunderstood.
When I saw someone ask directly for what they wanted.
I’d think, Molly would’ve done that.
Life got busy. Work got heavier. Responsibility grew.
I became focused on building something solid — something dependable. My dad always said, “Be the kind of man who shows up.” So I tried.
But deep down, I didn’t realize something important:
When God places someone in your story, He doesn’t always remove them permanently.
Sometimes He just pauses the chapter.
The Community Center
It was years later when I saw her again.
I had started volunteering at a local community center on Saturdays. Nothing heroic — just sorting donated supplies, organizing food boxes, helping with events.
I walked into the back room one morning and heard a familiar voice.
Not louder. Not different. Just older.
I turned around.
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