Hi Jake, It's Me...

The ringtone of an unknown number broke the silence of the night. It wasn’t the sound that woke me, but the feeling in my heart that something was about to change. I glanced at the phone and saw a number I hadn’t seen in a long time. A number from a place I had left behind years ago.

I answered the call, my voice shaking slightly, “Hello?”

“Jake?” The voice on the other end was soft, almost hesitant. I recognized it instantly. It was Emily, my ex-girlfriend.

“Yes, who is this?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“Jake, it’s me. Emily Thompson. From… from college.”

My heart skipped a beat as memories of our time together flooded my mind. I hadn’t heard from Emily in years, not since she broke up with me and left me behind without a proper explanation. I had tried to move on, but the wound she left behind never fully healed. I always wondered why she left, what I did wrong.

“What do you want, Emily?,” I said, my voice flat. I couldn’t let her know how much her voice affected me. But I knew she could hear the hurt in my voice, the pain that still lingered after all these years.

“Jake, I made a mistake. I shouldn’t have left you. I want to see you again.” Her voice broke, and I could hear the tears she was trying to hold back. I replied, "Oh you've made a mistake, did you? It's been more than 10 years. So did you just realize it was a mistake?" I said sarcastically.

She replied, “Yes, I realized it was a mistake years ago, but I was too afraid to reach out. I know I hurt you, and I’m so sorry. Please, just give me a chance to explain.”

I sighed, feeling the weight of the past bearing down on me. But a part of me, the part that still loved her, wanted to hear what she had to say. “What do you want from me, Emily?” I said. I wanted to know why she was calling after all these years, what she hoped to gain by reaching out now.

“I just want to see you, to talk to you. There’s so much I need to say, so much I need to apologize for,” she said. I could hear the sincerity in her voice, but I was still hesitant to let her back in.

I decided to meet her, not knowing what to expect, but I needed closure. I found her sitting on a park bench, her long, auburn hair blowing gently in the breeze. She looked up and saw me approaching, and a small, hesitant smile appeared on her face. I stopped a few feet away from her, unsure of what to do next.

“Emily,” I said, my voice breaking the silence between us.

“Jake,” she replied, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and hope.

We sat in silence, the memories of our past relationship hanging heavy in the air. Finally, I decided to break the silence.

“What happened to us?” I asked, looking into her eyes. I needed to know why she left, why she broke my heart without explanation.

She looked down, her fingers twisting in her lap. “I was young and stupid. I didn’t know how to handle the feelings I had for you. I thought I needed more excitement, more passion. But I realized too late that what we had was special, and I threw it away.”

I listened to her words, trying to understand, but still hurt by her actions. “So you just left? Without even talking to me about it?” I asked. I needed her to understand the pain she had caused me.

“I know, and I’m so, so sorry. I regret it every day. I just want to make things right, if you’ll let me,” she said, her voice pleading. I could see the regret in her eyes, and I wanted to believe her.

I looked at her, really looked at her. She still had that spark in her eyes that I had fallen in love with all those years ago. But there was also a sadness there, a regret that seemed to weigh her down.

“You hurt me, Emily. You broke my heart,” I said, feeling the tears well up in my eyes.

She reached out and took my hand, her touch sending a spark of electricity through me. “I know, and I don’t expect you to forgive me right away. But please, just give me a chance. Let me show you how much I care about you.”

I looked at our joined hands, feeling the warmth of her touch. A part of me wanted to pull away, to protect myself from getting hurt again. But another part of me, the part that had never stopped loving her, wanted to give her a chance.

“Okay,” I said finally. “But we’re going to take this slow. I need time to process everything.”

She smiled, a genuine smile that lit up her face. “Thank you, Jake. That’s all I can ask for.”

She hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “Would you… would you like to meet up sometime? Just to catch up and talk like old times?”

I was quiet for a few moments, unsure of what to say. I wanted to see her again, to reconnect with her, but I was scared of getting hurt again. Finally, I nodded. “Okay.”

She smiled again, looking relieved. “Great. I’ll text you a time and place, okay?”

I nodded again, and we both stood up. We hugged each other tightly, both of us holding on a little longer than necessary. As we pulled away, I looked into her eyes and saw the same love and desire that I had seen all those years ago.

“See you soon,” she said, and with that, we went our separate ways.

A few days passed, and I hadn’t heard from her. I tried not to think about it, to not get my hopes up, but I couldn’t help it. I kept checking my phone, hoping for a message or a call. Then, one evening, my phone rang. It was the same number, and my heart raced as I answered.

“Hello?” I said, trying to sound casual despite the excitement I felt.

“Hi Jake, it’s Emily. Are you free to meet up this weekend?” she asked. Her voice was light and cheerful, but I could hear a hint of nervousness underneath.

“Yeah, I’m free,” I replied. “When and where?”

She gave me the details, a place and time, and I agreed to meet her there. I hung up the phone, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. I was looking forward to seeing her again, but I was also scared of what might happen.

The day of our meeting arrived, and I found myself standing outside the café we had agreed to meet at. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves, before pushing open the door. I saw Emily sitting at a table near the back, her hair falling in loose waves around her face. She looked up and smiled as I approached.

“Hey,” I said, sitting down across from her.

“Hey,” she replied. “Thanks for coming.”

We sat in awkward silence for a moment before Emily spoke again. “I’m sorry for everything that happened between us. I know I hurt you, but I hope you can forgive me someday.” Her voice was sincere, and I could see the pain in her eyes as she spoke.

I sighed, feeling a mix of emotions inside me. “I appreciate the apology, Emily. But I need some time to think, to process everything that happened.”

She nodded, understanding in her eyes. “Of course, Jake. Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.”

We spent the next hour talking, catching up on each other’s lives. It felt like no time had passed at all, and I found myself laughing and joking with her like we used to. But there was still an underlying tension, a reminder of the past and the hurt that we both carried.

As the afternoon wore on, I realized that I still had feelings for Emily. Feelings that I thought had long since faded away. But seeing her again, talking to her, brought all those feelings flooding back. I didn’t know if I should act on them, if I should give her another chance. But I couldn’t deny the connection that we still had.

I walked her home after our meeting, the tension between us palpable. As we stood outside her apartment, she turned to me, her eyes searching mine. “Jake, I… I have feelings for you. I never stopped having feelings for you.” Her voice was soft and vulnerable. I replied, " You never stopped having feelings for me? Well, You had a funny way of showing it to me back then."

She looked down, shame evident on her face. "I know, and I'm so sorry. Can you ever forgive me?" She asked. I didn't say anything to her.  But she leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. It was a gentle, hesitant kiss, but it sent shivers down my spine. I pulled away, looking into her eyes.

“What are you doing?” I asked. “Why did you do that?”

She looked at me, her eyes full of emotion. “I couldn’t help myself. I still have feelings for you, Jake. And I think you still have feelings for me too.” . Then I said, "Yeah you're right. I still have feelings for you." 

I didn’t say anything, but I knew she was right. I still had feelings for her, feelings that I thought were long gone. But seeing her again, kissing her again, brought all those feelings back to the surface.

“Jake, please. Just give me a chance,” she said. “We can start over, try again. I promise I won’t hurt you this time.” She looked at me pleadingly, her eyes full of hope and desire.

I was silent for a moment, contemplating her words. I wanted to believe her, I wanted to give us another chance. But I was scared, scared of getting hurt again.

She stepped closer to me, her hand on my cheek. “Please, just think about it. We could be good together again, I know we could.”

I closed my eyes, feeling her touch, feeling the warmth of her hand on my skin. I wanted to believe her, to trust her again. But the fear of getting hurt was still there, lingering in the back of my mind.

I looked at her, into her eyes, and saw the sincerity there. She really did want to try again, to make things right between us.

“Okay,” I said. “Let’s try again." She smiled, a beautiful, genuine smile that lit up her whole face. “Really? You mean it?” She asked, her voice filled with hope and excitement. I nodded, feeling a sense of nervousness and anticipation. “Yeah, let’s try again.” She threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly. I could feel the warmth of her body against mine, the beating of her heart. “Thank you, thank you,” she whispered, her face buried in my neck.

We pulled apart, and she looked up at me, her eyes shining with happiness. “So, what now?” She asked. I shrugged, feeling a little uncertain. “I don’t know. What do you want to do?”

“Let’s go to my place,” she suggested. “We can watch a movie, talk some more.” She lived just a few blocks away, so we decided to walk. As we strolled through the quiet streets, the air grew thick with tension.

We got to her apartment and settled onto the couch. We spent the evening talking, laughing, reminiscing about old times. It felt like we had just met for the first time all over again. The hours passed by quickly, and before we knew it, it was already nine o’clock. I looked at the clock, surprised at how late it had gotten.

“It’s getting late,” I said. “I should probably head home.” I started to stand up, but Emily placed a hand on my arm, stopping me.

“Stay,” she said softly. “Please.” Her eyes were pleading, and I felt my resolve weaken. “I… I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” I replied, uncertainty creeping into my voice. She moved closer to me on the couch, her body just inches away from mine. “It’s a great idea,” she whispered. “I want you to stay. I want to feel your love, like we used to.”

I swallowed hard, my heart racing. “Are you sure this is what you want?” I asked. She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. “Yes, I’m sure. I want you, Jake.”

I took a deep breath, my mind racing. I wanted her too, but I was scared. Scared of getting hurt again, scared of giving in to my desires. But as I looked into her eyes, I saw the love and longing there, and I knew I couldn’t resist her any longer.

“Okay,” I whispered. “I’ll stay.” She smiled, a soft, seductive smile, and leaned in to kiss me.

Our lips met, and it was like a dam had burst. Years of pent-up emotions and desires flooded through me, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I kissed her back with a passion I thought I had lost, my hands tangling in her hair as I pulled her closer.

She moaned softly into my mouth, her body melting against mine. I could feel her heartbeat racing, her breath coming in short, quick pants. I trailed kisses down her neck, nipping and sucking at her skin as I went.

“Jake,” she breathed, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “I want you. I need you.” I groaned, my desire for her overtaking me. “I need you too,” I whispered against her skin. “God, I need you so much.”

I picked her up, carried her to the bedroom as our lips remained locked together. I laid her down on the bed, my body covering hers as I continued to kiss her deeply. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer as she arched her back.

“Emily,” I breathed, my lips trailing down her neck to her collarbone. “You’re so beautiful. So perfect.” She moaned, her hands running through my hair as she pushed her body against mine.

“I need you, Jake,” she whimpered. “Please, I need you inside me.” I kissed my way down her body, my hands undoing the buttons of her blouse, and I tossed it aside along with her bra. When I reached her breasts, I took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on it until she was writhing with pleasure.

“Oh god, Jake,” she cried out, her back arching off the bed. “That feels so good.” I smiled against her skin, continuing to pleasure her with my mouth. I moved to her other breast, giving it the same treatment, as my hands explored her body.

When she was breathless and trembling with desire, I moved lower, my lips trailing kisses down her stomach. I reached the waistband of her pants, and I looked up at her, my eyes meeting hers.

“Are you sure you want this?” I asked, my voice low and husky. She nodded, her eyes dark with desire. “Yes, I want it. I want you.”

I undid the button of her jeans, sliding them down her legs along with her panties. She was completely bare before me, and my breath caught in my throat at the sight of her.

Then I stared at her eyes and said, " You are as beautiful as I remembered."

“Jake…” She breathed. “Please…”

I kissed my way back up her body, stopping at the apex of her thighs. I looked up at her, seeing the desire and anticipation in her eyes. Slowly, teasingly, I lowered my mouth to her wet heat.

“Ah!” She cried out as my tongue found her clit and sliding inside her. “oh god baby…”

I pleasured her with my mouth, bringing her to the edge of ecstasy again and again. She was panting and moaning, her hands fisted in my hair as she ground her hips against my face.

“Please, baby,” she begged once again. “I need to feel your dick inside me.” I looked up at her, her face flushed with desire, her eyes pleading. I couldn’t deny her any longer.

I knelt in front of her, unbuttoned my shirt and removed it through my arms and set it aside. Then I stood up on her bed and removed my pants along with my underwear. Now we're both bare in front of each other. As I was kneeling down once again, she spread her legs apart and invited me.

I moved down on her body, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss once again. I could taste her desire on my tongue, and it only fueled my own arousal. I positioned myself at her pussy, looking into her eyes as I slowly pushed my hard cock inside her.

“Oh my god,” she breathed, her eyes fluttering closed as I filled her completely. “You feel so good, Jake.” I began to move, thrusting into her slowly at first, then faster as our passion built. She met my thrusts with her own, our bodies moving together in perfect sync.

“Yes, yes,” she chanted, her nails digging into my back as she wrapped her legs around me. “Harder, Jake. harder.”

I obeyed, pounding into her with abandon as we both sought our release. The sound of our moans and the slap of skin on skin filled the room as we gave ourselves over to our desires.

Without warning, she pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me, straddling my hips. She looked down at me, her eyes filled with desire and mischief, and slowly began to ride me.

I groaned, my hands gripping her hips as I thrust up to meet her movements. She was beautiful, her auburn hair falling around her face, her breasts bouncing with each movement. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

“Yes, yes,” I moaned, my body tightening with pleasure. “Emily, you feel so good.”

She leaned forward, her hands on my chest as she increased her pace.

I felt her warmth surrounding me, her muscles clenching and unclenching as she rode me. She threw her head back, her moans filling the room as she lost herself in pleasure. I felt her muscles tighten around me, signaling her impending release.

“Emily,” I groaned, my body coiled tight with pleasure. “I’m close.” With a loud cry, she came, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. But she didn’t stop, continuing to ride me as her passion built anew.

“Cum for me, Jake,” she breathed, her hips moving faster as she looked down at me. “Cun inside me, baby.” That was all it took to send me over the edge. With a loud groan, I came, my body jerking as I filled her with my release.

We collapsed together on the bed, our bodies slick with sweat, our breathing heavy. She laid her head on my chest, her arms wrapped around me as we came down from our high.

“Wow,” she whispered, a satisfied smile on her lips. “That was amazing.” I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. “Yeah, it was.” We lay there for a while, our bodies entwined as we basked in the afterglow of our lovemaking. Eventually, exhaustion overtook us, and we drifted off to sleep, our hearts and bodies sated.

I woke up a few hours later, my mind still reeling with everything that had happened. The clock next to the bed read 4:00 AM, and Emily was still asleep, her gentle snores filling the quiet room. I lay there for a long time, unable to go back to sleep. My mind was racing, thoughts and emotions swirling through me like a storm.

Slowly, carefully, I got out of bed, not wanting to wake Emily. I walked over to the window, the moonlight streaming in and casting a soft glow over the room. I sat down in a chair, looking out at the night sky as I tried to sort through my feelings.

After a few minutes, I got up and found a pen and paper on Emily’s desk. I sat back down and began to write, the words flowing from my heart to the page.

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"Dear Emily,

You were the best thing that ever happened to me, a radiant light that illuminated even my darkest hours. I still struggle to find words that capture the wonder of falling in love with you so many years ago, when every heartbeat whispered a secret promise only we could understand.

I remember with aching clarity the little moments we shared—the soft laughs in quiet corridors, the stolen glances beneath a canopy of dreams, and the gentle touches that reassured us of our boundless devotion. Even now, those memories echo tenderly in the silent spaces of my mind.

When you left me—choosing another in search of excitement—I was shattered. My heart broke in pieces I never thought I could mend. In the depths of that grief, I found myself lost in a cavern of loneliness, where sorrow and despair often whispered unbearable thoughts when I felt utterly alone.

For such a long time, I closed myself off from the possibility of loving another. My heart belonged entirely to you; no other could ever fill the vast space of passion I once poured solely for you. Even as I tried to move forward, every shadow, every quiet moment, was colored by the remnants of our love.

Then, one day, your voice returned—a call that instantly stirred every buried feeling within me. In that moment, all the suppressed, raw emotions rushed back like an unstoppable tide. It was as if you had reappeared not by chance, but as a destined reminder that my heart had never truly changed.

I have long carried with me questions that still haunt my every step: What did I do so wrong for you to leave me for reasons so fleeting? These doubts have lingered, a constant echo in my soul over the years. I prayed every day, whispering to God for the miracle of your return, and when you finally came back—seemingly regretful of the loss—I was overwhelmed with a bittersweet gratitude. My long-held prayer had been answered, yet the old wounds remained.

Now, as I write these words, I feel a subtle emptiness deep within—a bittersweet void prompting me to choose a path I never thought I could take. I love you, Emily, more profoundly than language can capture, more deeply than fate ever scripted, and far beyond what you might ever realize. And it is that very love that compels me to take this painful yet necessary step: I must find the strength to let you go once and for all.

I need to heal. I must move on and live the remainder of my days without the lingering chains of regret and sorrow. In my heart, I hope you too will find your own way to joy and fulfillment—a life where happiness outshines past mistakes and lost chances.

With all the love I still carry, 

Jake "

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I finished the letter, tears streaming down my face as I folded it carefully. I placed it on the nightstand next to Emily, making sure she would see it when she woke up. I took one last look at her peaceful face, my heart heavy with both sadness and a sense of closure. I gave her one last kiss on her forehead and then left without saying a word.

As I walked away from Emily's house, the morning sun was just starting to rise. I knew that this was the right decision, even though it hurt. I loved Emily, but I couldn’t keep living in the past. It was time for me to move on.

It was almost sunrise when I reached my house. I opened the door, went inside, and locked it behind me. As I stood there, leaning against the door, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. I had taken the first step towards healing.

I walked into the living room and collapsed onto the couch. I closed my eyes, and images of Emily flooded my mind. I saw her smile, her laugh, the way she looked at me with love in her eyes. But then the memories shifted to the pain, the heartbreak, the years of loneliness.

I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I didn’t let them fall. Instead, I took a deep breath and focused on the present moment. I was alive, I was free, and I had the chance to start anew.

I got up from the couch and walked over to the window. The sun was rising, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange. I stood there, watching the dawn, feeling a sense of hope that I hadn’t felt in a long time.

The future was uncertain, but it was also full of possibilities. I knew that it wouldn’t be easy, that there would be times when the pain would feel overwhelming. But I also knew that I was strong enough to face whatever came my way.

As I stood there, bathed in the golden light of the morning sun, I made a promise to myself. I would heal, I would move on, and I would find happiness again. The memories of Emily would always be a part of me, but they wouldn’t define me. I was ready to start a new chapter in my life, one that was free from the chains of the past.

I took one last look at the sunrise before turning away from the window. I knew that there was a long journey ahead of me, but I was ready to take the first step. And as I walked away from the window, I felt a sense of peace settle over me, a sense of hope for the future.

# The End.