I Went to My School Reunion to Take Revenge on My Childhood Crush, Until I Learned What Really Happened Back Then — Story of the Day

Joan scrolled through her school album remembering what her thoughts were back then. It had already been twenty years since graduation, but Joan still remembered the boy who broke her young heart. In anticipation of meeting him at the reunion, she didn’t know that he hadn’t been the one to blame.

As I sat flipping through my old school photos, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of nostalgia wash over me. It had been 20 years since I graduated, but looking at the pictures made it feel like just yesterday.

There I was—young Joana Cooper, with that silly, hopeful smile plastered on my face, and beneath my yearbook photo, a cheesy quote I once thought was so profound:

“Love is a two-person job.”

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I laughed at how naive I had been back then, but my laughter quickly faded as my eyes landed on his photo. Chad Barns. My high school crush. The boy who had captured my heart for years.

I had been head over heels for Chad back then—leaving secret love notes in his locker, trying to flirt in my awkward teenage way, and even stuffing valentines into his backpack when I thought no one was looking.

I was convinced we’d end up together, that he was the one.

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I imagined our future so vividly, right down to our wedding day. But here I was, 38 years old, still single, and still wondering what had gone wrong.

Why had Chad suddenly shut me out all those years ago? He had ghosted me just before graduation, leaving me confused and heartbroken.

I hadn’t spoken to him since, but the memory of him still haunted me, even after all this time.

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Just as I started to sink deeper into my thoughts, the doorbell rang, pulling me back to the present.

I set the photo album aside and went to open the door. My best friend Lora stood there, her usual bright smile lighting up her face.

“Ready for the school reunion, bestie?” she asked, her excitement contagious.

I hesitated, leaning against the doorframe.

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“Honestly, Lora, I’m not sure I want to go.”

She raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised.

“Why not? What happened?”

I let out a deep sigh.

“I was just going through my old photos, and it brought back a lot of memories. You know, about Chad.”

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Lora rolled her eyes dramatically, crossing her arms.

“Chad Barns? You’re still hung up on that after 20 years?”

“I know it sounds ridiculous,” I admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“But it still stings. We were so close, and then he just stopped talking to me, like I didn’t mean anything to him.”

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Lora stepped closer, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.

“Look, maybe he won’t even show up tonight. And even if he does, don’t let it ruin your night. This reunion is about catching up with old friends and having fun, not reopening old wounds.”

I forced a smile, trying to push my insecurities aside.

“You’re right. But if he’s there… I’ll make sure he remembers exactly what he missed.”

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Lora grinned.

“That’s the spirit.”

I was nervous the entire drive to the school reunion. My fingers tapped nervously against my lap, and I kept glancing out the window, lost in a whirlwind of emotions.

What if Chad showed up? What if he didn’t? A part of me wasn’t sure which would be worse.

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My heart felt like it was lodged in my throat, and the closer we got, the harder it was to breathe.

As we arrived at the venue, I glanced at my reflection in the rearview mirror one last time, adjusting my hair and smoothing down the fabric of my dress.

I couldn’t shake the nerves that clung to me like a second skin.

“Joan, you look gorgeous. Seriously, stop worrying about Chad—this is your night,” Lora said, her voice soft but firm.

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“We’re going to have fun, okay?”

I gave her a weak smile, but the knot in my stomach wouldn’t loosen. “Thanks,” I muttered, still fidgeting with my dress.

“But what if he doesn’t come? I feel like a fool getting all worked up over this. It’s been so long, Lora.”

“You’re not a fool,” Lora said, rolling her eyes as if I had said something ridiculous.

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“Honestly, if he does show up, don’t waste your energy on him. Let him see what he missed, and let’s make this night about us, not him.”

Her confidence was contagious, and for a moment, I felt reassured. We stepped out of the car and headed toward the entrance, but with every step, my heart pounded harder.

The school loomed in front of me, bringing back a flood of memories—some good, some painful. I couldn’t believe I was walking back into this chapter of my life.

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The reunion felt like stepping into a time machine. Familiar faces greeted us, people I hadn’t seen in years, some who had barely changed, others I barely recognized.

Laughter filled the air as old friends caught up, shared stories, and reminisced about the good old days. I was starting to relax, even enjoying myself, until I saw him.

Chad Barns.

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My heart skipped a beat as I spotted him across the room. He looked different—older, yes, but still handsome in that rugged, confident way I remembered.

He had a neatly trimmed beard now, and as soon as our eyes met, he smiled. A warm, familiar smile that hit me harder than I expected. All the anger and confusion I had buried deep inside for years rushed to the surface.

Why did he shut me out all those years ago? Why had he left me hanging without a word?

Before I could do anything—before I could even process what I was feeling—Lora grabbed my arm, gently but firmly pulling me in the opposite direction.

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“Remember what I said,” she whispered, her voice steady. “Don’t talk to him.”

“Okay,” I muttered, trying to follow her advice, but part of me was screaming to finally confront Chad, to demand the answers I had been waiting for all these years.

Later in the evening, after we had chatted with a few more classmates, Lora accidentally spilled her drink on her dress. “Oh no!” she exclaimed, looking down at the dark stain.

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“I just bought this! I’ll be right back, Joan, I need to go clean this up.”

I watched as she hurried off to the bathroom, leaving me alone for the first time that evening.

I glanced around, feeling a bit lost without Lora by my side. The reunion was in full swing, laughter and music filling the air, but I suddenly needed some space.

Without thinking, I made my way outside, toward the quiet bench in the schoolyard that used to be my favorite spot.

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It was the place where I would sit after classes, lost in my daydreams or writing in my journal. Tonight, it felt like the perfect place to clear my head.

Sitting down, I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the cool night breeze wash over me.

The memories of high school flooded back—how carefree I was back then, how hopeful. And then, the memories of Chad. I shook my head, trying to push them away, but they lingered, just like they always had.

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Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me. I opened my eyes and turned to see Chad walking toward me, his familiar smile lighting up his face.

“Hey, Joana,” he said, his voice warm but tentative.

“Chad,” I replied, feeling my heart race in my chest. “It’s been a long time.”

“It has,” he said, stopping a few feet away from the bench. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted to talk to me. You’ve been avoiding me all night.”

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I laughed nervously, unsure of how to respond. “I wasn’t sure you wanted to talk to me after how things ended in high school.”

Chad looked genuinely confused. “What do you mean? I thought you didn’t want to see me after that letter.”

“Letter?” I repeated, frowning. “I never got a letter, Chad.”

He sighed, his expression turning serious.

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“I wrote you a letter asking you out to the park for a date. I left it in your locker, and when you didn’t show up, I figured you weren’t interested. I thought that’s why you stopped talking to me.”

I shook my head, completely stunned.

“Chad, I never got a letter. I thought you stopped talking to me out of nowhere. I couldn’t figure out what I did wrong.”

Before Chad could respond, I heard footsteps again. Lora appeared, looking flustered, her cheeks slightly flushed.

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“What are you two talking about?” she asked, a hint of nervousness in her voice that I hadn’t noticed before.

“Lora,” I said slowly, piecing things together. “Do you know anything about the letter Chad sent me?”

Her face turned pale, and for a moment, she looked like she was about to deny everything. But then Chad stepped forward.

“Lora, you gave me Joana’s reply. You told me she wasn’t interested.”

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I turned to look at Lora, my stomach sinking as I saw the guilt in her eyes. “Is that true?” I asked, my voice shaking.

Lora looked down, her face flushed with embarrassment and regret. “I… I was jealous,” she admitted, barely above a whisper.

“I liked Chad, and I didn’t want you two to get together. I thought you’d forget about him if I made sure you never saw that letter.”

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My chest tightened with a mix of disbelief and anger.

“You lied to both of us? You ruined everything because you were jealous?”

“I’m sorry,” Lora whispered, tears forming in her eyes. “I never thought it would matter after all these years. I just didn’t want to lose either of you.”

“Go away, Lora,” I said, my voice trembling with the weight of all the emotions I had kept bottled up for years.

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As Lora hurried off, a mix of sadness, anger, and relief washed over me.

Chad stepped closer, his arms wrapping around me in a gentle hug. I leaned into him, feeling the warmth I had missed all these years.

“All this time,” I whispered, my voice shaky, “I thought you didn’t care.”

Chad sighed, his voice soft. “I thought the same about you.”

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For a moment, we stood there in silence, holding onto each other, letting the weight of the past slowly slip away.

“We can’t change the past,” Chad said, his voice calm, “but we can decide what happens now.”

I looked up at him, wiping away my tears with a small smile. “You’re right.”

We spent the rest of the night sitting on that familiar bench, talking and laughing. We had lost so much time, but I felt hopeful we wouldn’t lose any more.

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Woman Gives Candy on Halloween to Little Girl Wearing the Same Kind of Dress Her Missing Husband Used to Make — Story of the Day

This was the first Halloween Kate’s daughter would celebrate without her father. Kate still hadn’t moved on from her husband’s disappearance. Seeing her daughter smile again made Kate forget everything. But when she saw the same dress Carl used to make on a different girl, her heart skipped a beat.

It was almost Halloween, and the air was filled with the crispness of autumn. Leaves crunched underfoot outside, and the neighborhood was slowly transforming into a festive, spooky wonderland.

Outside her cozy home, Kate was busy decorating, determined to make everything perfect for her daughter, Holly.

The lawn was already filled with a jumble of decorations — plastic bats, fake cobwebs, and flickering pumpkins.

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Kate stood on a stool, carefully stringing up the bats while Holly followed closely behind, bringing her own items to contribute.

Holly’s enthusiasm made Kate smile, but the little girl had her own unique ideas about Halloween. Holly didn’t quite understand the concept of “spooky.”

Instead of creepy decorations, she carried her favorite pink dolls and a fluffy teddy bear, arranging them carefully on the front porch, right next to the jack-o’-lanterns.

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Kate watched with amusement as Holly placed her toys in a neat line. She admired her daughter’s creativity but knew it was time to explain, yet again, what Halloween was all about.

“Sweetheart,” Kate began, her voice soft, “Halloween is supposed to be spooky, not cute.”

She smiled gently, realizing she had explained this a thousand times, but Holly was only five — she had her own ideas.

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Holly looked up at her mother with wide, curious eyes.

“But why, Mommy? Why does it have to be spooky?” she asked, her tiny hands clutching her beloved teddy bear.

Kate chuckled softly, stepping down from the stool.

“Well, that’s just how Halloween works,” she explained patiently.

“It’s a time when people dress up in costumes and pretend to be scary, just for fun. But it’s okay if we make it a little cute too.”

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Holly still seemed unconvinced, her brows furrowed in thought. But after a moment, she nodded and shrugged.

“Okay, Mommy.” Then, her face lit up. “Can I wear the costume that Daddy made me last year?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Kate’s heart clenched at the mention of Carl, her husband who had disappeared without a trace six months ago.

It felt like a sudden punch to the stomach, wiping the smile from her face.

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For a moment, she froze, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for a bat decoration to hang up.

“No, sweetheart,” Kate said softly, her voice catching in her throat.

“I’ll make you a new costume this year.”

“But I liked Daddy’s costume,” Holly protested, her voice tinged with disappointment.

“Do you think he’ll come back for Halloween?” she added innocently.

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The question hung in the air like a heavyweight. Kate’s heart ached, but she forced a smile, kneeling to Holly’s level and brushing a strand of hair from her face.

“I don’t think he’ll be back, darling,” Kate said, her voice gentle but filled with sadness.

The ache of not knowing what had happened to Carl never left her, but she had to be strong — for Holly.

Later that evening, the excitement in the air was almost tangible.

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Kate knelt before Holly, making sure every detail of her daughter’s new costume was perfect.

Holly could hardly stand still, her small feet bouncing with anticipation, her candy bucket already gripped tightly in one hand.

“Hold still for just one more second, sweetie,” Kate said with a smile, adjusting the hood of Holly’s cape and giving it a final tug to make sure it sat just right.

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“Do you have everything? Your bucket, your flashlight, your cape — everything ready?”

“Yes, Mom!” Holly said, her voice bubbling with excitement. She tugged on her mother’s sleeve impatiently.

“Can I please go now? My friends are waiting!”

Kate couldn’t help but laugh at Holly’s eagerness. The pure joy on her daughter’s face was contagious, and for a brief moment, all the worry and sadness Kate carried about Carl’s disappearance melted away.

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“Alright, go on,” she said, pulling Holly in for a quick hug before letting her go. “Be safe and have fun.”

Holly flashed a wide, bright smile, her eyes twinkling with excitement, before running off to join her friends.

A small group of children, all dressed in colorful costumes, was already waiting at the end of the street, their laughter echoing in the night.

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Kate watched Holly as she disappeared into the sea of costumes, feeling a sense of joy at seeing her daughter so happy.

With a contented sigh, Kate turned back toward the house and started preparing a big bowl of candy for the trick-or-treaters who would soon come knocking.

Before long, the doorbell rang, and the familiar chorus of “Trick or treat!” filled the air.

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Kate greeted each group of children with a warm smile, dropping candy into their eager buckets and laughing at their colorful costumes.

But then, a little girl appeared on the doorstep, and Kate’s smile froze.

The girl was dressed in a cute little coat with a bouncy cape, and for a moment, Kate’s breath caught in her throat.

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The costume looked so familiar — too familiar. It was just like the ones Carl used to make. The same fabric, the same intricate details, and the same bouncy cape.

Kate’s mind raced back to when Carl would sit at the sewing machine, working on costumes for Holly, explaining how to make the cape float just right.

“That’s a beautiful costume you have, sweetheart,” Kate said, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to keep her emotions in check.

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“Where did you get it?”

The little girl beamed up at her.

“My father made it! Do you like it?”

Kate’s heart pounded. “Yes,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s beautiful… and the cape is bouncy, isn’t it?”

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The girl nodded eagerly.

“My father says it’s better this way.”

Kate was stunned. Could it be? No, it couldn’t. Carl had been missing for so long.

This had to be a coincidence… right? But no matter how much she tried to convince herself, something deep inside her wouldn’t let it go.

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Unable to stop herself, Kate leaned down and gently asked the little girl,

“Would you mind showing me where your house is? I’d love to ask your father how he made that costume. Maybe he can help me make one for Holly.”

The girl smiled, her innocence shining through.

“Sure! I live just a few streets away,” she said, pointing in the direction of her home.

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Kate’s heart raced as soon as she closed the door behind the girl. She couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to this.

Could it really be Carl? After all these months, was he just a few streets away? Her mind was spinning, filled with a mixture of hope and fear.

Without hesitating, she grabbed her coat, threw it over her shoulders, and followed the girl’s directions.

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What if it really was Carl? What would she say? What would he say? As much as she wanted answers, she was afraid of what she might find. Still, she couldn’t turn back now. She had to know.

As Kate approached the house the little girl had described, she felt her breath catch in her throat.

There, standing in the doorway, handing out candy to trick-or-treaters, was Carl. Her Carl.

The man she had loved, the man she had grieved for. He was alive. He was right there in front of her.

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Carl spotted her almost immediately, and his face changed. There was no doubt — he recognized her.

His eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, they both stood frozen, just staring at each other.

Kate’s heart pounded in her chest as she took a few hesitant steps toward him. The only word she could manage to say was, “Hi.”

Carl swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper.

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“Hi,” he replied, just as quietly.

For a moment, they stood there in silence, the air between them thick with unspoken words and emotions.

Kate could feel a flood of questions bubbling up inside her, but none of them seemed to come out.

Her voice trembled when she finally managed to speak again.

“How have you been?”

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Carl sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair as if trying to find the right words.

“I’m sorry, Kate. I didn’t want to disappear like that. I just… I didn’t know how to tell you the truth.”

Kate’s heart pounded faster.

“The truth?” she repeated, her voice shaking. “What truth?”

Carl looked away, guilt written all over his face. “I met someone else,” he admitted quietly.

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“Her name is Rachel, and… I fell in love with her. That little girl, she calls me her father now. They’re my family.”

The words hit Kate like a ton of bricks. Her heart shattered. She could barely breathe as the reality of what he was saying sunk in.

“And what about me? What about Holly? We’re your family too,” she said, her voice barely holding back the hurt.

“I know,” Carl said softly, his eyes full of regret. “But I couldn’t live in two worlds anymore. I had to choose.”

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Kate stood in silence, her heart aching with every breath. “And you chose them,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“I’m sorry,” Carl said, his voice thick with regret. He looked down, avoiding her gaze. “Is there anything I can do to make it right?”

Kate swallowed the lump in her throat, forcing herself to stay composed. “Just be happy,” she said, her voice breaking slightly. “That’s all you can do. We’ll try to be happy too.”

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Before Carl could respond, a woman appeared in the doorway behind him. “Who is this, Carl? What’s going on?” she asked, her voice sharp with suspicion.

“Rachel, please,” Carl began, turning toward her. But Kate had already made up her mind. She didn’t need to hear more.

Without a word, she turned and walked away, her heart heavy but resolute. The Carl she had known was gone. It was time to let go and move on.

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As she approached her house, she saw Holly running toward her, her candy bucket nearly overflowing.

Holly’s smile was bright and full of joy, lighting up the evening. Kate knelt down, wrapping her arms tightly around her daughter.

At that moment, she realized that all she needed was right here, with Holly. It was time to start living again, just the two of them.

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