There were two things I knew for sure back then:

First: Bryce Clark's sole focus was getting an Olympic gold medal, not a girlfriend.

Second: That didn't stop me from falling hard.

For six years, we would hook up whenever we were in the same city. My whole life revolved around swimming and him, until it was all gone. His dream came true, while I closed mine down and walked away.

I was done with swimming and Bryce Clark.

But the universe had other plans for me. Two years later, he's back and I can't escape him. He's everywhere, and he's asking for a second chance. A chance I'm not sure I'm ready to give.

He's working across the hall, forcing me to reconcile the man before me with the one I knew; making me realize no dream pans out exactly how we want it to. Giving him that chance would mean talking about the past. Which I'm definitely not ready for.

I'm not interested in going back. I'm tired of maybe, of not knowing where I stand in his life...

But I'm also tired of wondering what we could have been if we had the chance.