Shaken to the Core

I was walking through the mall when I recieved the text message. I read it. And then I read it again slowly, one word at a time. The entire message consisted of two simple sentences that crippled me.

*You once told me that you would always love me. I'm ready.*

Although the text was from an uknown number, I immediately knew who it was. She was the Girl of My Dreams, the One that Got Away, or more simply- the One. Neither my first relationship, nor my last, she was the one that stayed fresh in my mind as all others faded into the obscurity of What's-Her-Name. Even when I had given up on her and told myself to move on, a part of her always remained. Now she was ready.

I groaned as my heart suddenly lurched to one side.

People began to brush past me like I wasn't there. Gradually, I found myself on the outside of the flow of people leaning against a glass pillars for support. I gripped my mobile so tightly that the edges dug into my hand.

All I knew was that I couldn't go home until I figured things out.