Unsent Longing for the Spring of Yore

Summary

At my wedding reception, a decade in the making, the big screen suddenly flashed photos of my fiancé cheating. The entire ballroom waited for me to spiral into hysterics. Everyone knew about my severe control issues and bipolar disorder, that my obsession with Zach Weixler ran bone-deep. If he so much as caught a wisp of an unfamiliar scent, I’d be on the rooftop, forcing him to scrub his skin raw. If he exchanged more than a few words with another woman, I’d cut my wrists, demanding he lock himself away in a dark room for three days and three nights.