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I spent six months believing I had found my soulmate. I was wrong. Dashiell Kincaid made me feel like I was the only woman in the world. He remembered every little thing about me. My favorite coffee. My allergies. The days when I was too busy to eat. He made me feel like I was the only person in the world who mattered. Then, right before we finally met in person, I discovered the truth. The man I loved had started our entire relationship because of a wrong number. The woman he was supposed to be talking to wasn't me. When I asked him why he stayed after realizing the mistake, he looked away. "I didn't know how to tell you," he whispered. "By then, I didn't want to lose you." I stared at him and smiled. "But you were never afraid of losing me. You were afraid of losing the version of me you created in your head." I walked away without begging him to choose me. Because I refused to spend my life proving I was worth loving. But I never expected the man who let me go... would be the one trying to find me again. After finally meeting my online boyfriend in person, I stumbled across a post online. [If you could go back in time with everything you know now, what would you change?] Most of the comments were about failed marriages, dead-end jobs, or loved ones they wished they could save. Then one comment stood out. [I'd ask for her number myself.] [Then I wouldn't have spent six months texting the wrong girl because my friend mixed up the contact.] [We've already met in person now, so I guess I'll just live with it.] I left a snarky reply and was about to scroll away. Then I noticed the avatar, the handle, even the bio. They were identical to Dashiell Kincaid's. My boyfriend. The man I had just met in person for the first time. Suddenly, everything made sense. Why he had never asked to FaceTime. Why his smile had looked strained when he saw me. The love he had given me was never meant for me. It had belonged to someone else. *** I lifted my head. Across the r
