Too Late to Love Me

I was a two-hundred-pound plus-size girl, hopelessly in love with the effortlessly handsome Julian.

I had confessed my feelings to him ninety-nine times.

Every single time, he told me he wasn't ready for a relationship and asked me to wait.

It hurt, but I agreed anyway.

One evening, I dialed my best friend's number, needing a shoulder to cry on.

To my shock, the voice that answered belonged to Julian—ten years in the future.

"Julian? Are we together ten years from now? Do you still hate me as much as you do today?"

A heavy silence lingered on the other end of the line.