The memories of the past can be both a comforting embrace and a haunting specter. For me, it was the latter. His name was David, and he had been a part of my life many years ago. Our relationship had been intense, passionate, and ultimately destructive. We parted ways on bitter terms, vowing never to see each other again.
Years passed, and life moved on. I built a new existence, free from the suffocating grip of the past. But then, out of the blue, I received a message—an innocent Facebook...
