"My old man is a tough man but he's got a soul as sweet as blood red jam."

Duncan felt his chest cave in as he drove home. So much had transpired over the course of two hours and he couldn't help but feel like he was spinning out of control.

His former girlfriend of three years had re-appeared in his life ten years later and had so much happen to her. He began to replay everything she had talked about; she was married, had a miscarriage and then went through a divorce. Who was her husband? Was he a type-A like Courtney or was he laid back? Duncan instantly assumed that she married another lawyer or a doctor. She always wanted to be with the best and he knew that she would never marry someone who was beneath her in status.

He then began to feel crushed. Courtney was going to be a mom. He remembered all the times she gushed over babies they encountered in public and pictured all the moments she spent discussing what kind of mother she would like to be. Courtney was always vocal about not wanting to be like her own parents and had a million baby names picked out.

Suddenly, his mind jumped to their relationship and how good they were together at the peak of their courtship. Duncan thought about the moment he told Courtney he loved her. He even wanted to marry her at one point.

All of these memories came crashing down on Duncan as he pulled into the parking garage of his apartment complex. He mentally snapped himself out of it. He had a beautiful fiancé at home waiting for him and he made a life for himself since Courtney. He couldn't continue to let those memories weigh on him, especially since he had bigger and better things to look forward to.

Walking into his apartment, Duncan released a sigh of frustration as he looked around and saw the mess Gwen left behind. While she was artistic and crafty, Gwen often had a hard time being tidy, often ruining Duncan's furniture and clothes with her art supplies. Picking up dirty paint brushes and trashed canvases, Duncan made his way to his bedroom where he found Gwen wide awake. She always stayed up to make sure Duncan made it home safely, but this night he was home earlier than usual. He usually came home around 3AM, but this night, Duncan was home by 12.

"Everything okay?" said Gwen, glancing over at their digital clock. "You're home super early."

Duncan, caught off guard by the question, refused to tell her the real reason for his early arrival. He knew that Gwen felt relatively threatened by Courtney and would still get jealous at the drop of her name and felt it best that he left their encounter a secret.

"Yeah babe, I wasn't feeling too great so I came home."

Nodding, Gwen went back to drawing. She was always pretty understanding and flexible when it came to Duncan and his work schedule. She understood that he lived a different life considering his work house took place during the early hours of the day and always tried to support him.

Duncan shed his clothes and hopped in the shower. He hoped that the water would burn away the strange longing feeling he had in his heart.

Needing a change of scenery, Courtney decided to take her morning exercises to a local park. It was a crisp Saturday morning and she loved the way the city looked when the sun was just rising. Running past nearby bikers and elderly couples taking brisk walks, Courtney's mind was racing faster than her body was.

A week had past since her encounter with Duncan and she found it taking a toll on her at work. She had been zoned out all week and needed the weekend to get her mind back on track and focus on herself.

This particular weekend, Courtney decided to utilize her time and treat herself. She had an entire spa day planned and was looking forward to the much-needed TLC.

Since she left reality television, Courtney sought to shed any ounce of the girl the world was introduced to. While she was still type-A, Courtney knew that she needed to loosen up and live her life to the fullest.

She let go of everything the held her back, starting from her hair, which was always seen as the innocent chocolate brown, was dyed honey-brown before her wedding. A serial dieter, Courtney let go of all guilt she felt about her body and ate what she wanted. Granted, she still worked out regularly, but she enjoyed the extra weight she gained and felt happy in her own body. She embraced her curves, she flirted more and above else, she was confident.

Finishing up her run, Courtney jogged over to the nearby coffee shop. She frequented the boho-chic establishment almost every morning before she went to work. The staff was always so friendly and almost all of the employees knew her typical order of black coffee and a bagel.

Adjusting her sweaty ponytail, Courtney entered the building, the smell of mocha and espresso flooding her nostrils. She always enjoyed the upbeat atmosphere and the friendly banter that occurred among the employees and patrons. Heading over to the cashier, she opened her mouth to order when she felt a pair of eyes land on her. She shook it off, ordered and paid, moving to the side of the store and waiting for her name to be called, pulling out her phone to help her pass the time.

Suddenly, Courtney felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around, her eyes brown eyes connected with piercing hazel eyes. Her heart flutter as her eyes gazed into the gentleman's soul.

"Hey Court. How have you been?" rang from the man's deep, robust voice.

Courtney hadn't seen her ex-husband in a year, and she would be lying if she said she didn't always think about him.

Elliott Hollingsworth was the picture-perfect man: tall, muscular, kind, honest and wealthy. He met Courtney while they were in college and instantly fell in love with her. He was one of the most prominent stock brokers in Canada and sought to assure that his family was taken care of. When Courtney miscarried, the couple fell into a dark depression that drove them apart.

Courtney, taken aback, hugged her ex opposed to answering him. Grabbing her coffee, Elliott ushered Courtney to a table in the establishment. The former paring sat and spoke for seemingly hours, both parties confessing to missing each other. Before leaving, the two made arrangements for a date.

Unknown to Courtney, however, Duncan and Gwen sat in the shop watching the entire interaction. He snorted, drinking his coffee while Gwen rolled her eyes.