ARIA’S POV

   I still remember the day Dennis approached me, standing out like a sore thumb in his red sweater despite the summer heat. He was simple, unassuming, with his hair gelled back in a neat, polished style that reminded me of a character straight out of a high school romance novel. He was the kind of good guy who never got the girl in those stories, and that’s what I found so endearing about him.

 Dennis was unique, a breath of fresh air in a sea of clichés. I can still picture our first date, his gaze filled with so much adoration and warmth, a kind of love that...