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High School Sweethearts Planned to Meet in Times Square 10 Years Later — Instead, a 10-Year-Old Girl Approached Him There
Ethan Collins stood beneath the bright, flashing billboards of Times Square, his heart pounding in his chest. He glanced at his watch—6:58 PM. Two minutes to go. Two minutes until he would know if she remembered. If she cared.
Ten years ago, he and Claire had made a promise. They were just eighteen then, high school sweethearts caught up in the intensity of first love. But life had pulled them in different directions—college, careers, distance. Still, before they parted ways, they swore they would meet again in this very spot, at this exact time, on this exact day, a decade later.
It had started as a joke, something romantic and dramatic, but the more they talked about it, the more serious it became. They never spoke again after that night. No texts. No calls. Just the promise.
Now, here he was, standing beneath the neon glow, scanning every passing face, hoping to see her familiar blue eyes, her dark curls. But instead of Claire, a little girl no older than ten walked up to him. She had the same deep blue eyes, the same dark curls, and something about her face made his breath catch.
“Are you Ethan?” she asked, clutching a folded letter in her small hands.
His throat went dry. “Yes,” he said hesitantly.
She held out the letter. “This is from my mom.”
Ethan took it with trembling fingers and unfolded the paper.
Dear Ethan,
If you’re reading this, it means you kept our promise. And I wish, more than anything, that I could be there too. But life had other plans for me.
I don’t know how to tell you this in any other way—Ethan, I’m gone. I got sick a few years ago, and I fought as hard as I could, but sometimes love and promises aren’t enough to change fate.
But I did keep my word in a way. My daughter, Lily, is standing in front of you now. She’s the best thing I’ve ever done in this world. And, Ethan… she’s yours too.
I didn’t tell you before because I didn’t want to change your life. But I don’t want her to grow up never knowing the man I once loved so deeply. If you’re willing, if you want to—please, just talk to her. She deserves that much.
With all my love,
Claire
Ethan’s knees nearly buckled. He looked down at Lily, her wide, expectant eyes searching his.
“I think we should talk,” she said softly.
And as Ethan knelt down to her level, tears in his eyes, he realized that sometimes, love didn’t end—it just took on a different form.
And in the heart of Times Square, a new promise was about to begin.
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