I’ve been avoiding my ex. More like hiding from him, but that’s just semantics. But hiding isn’t possible now that he’s my new neighbor. We dated all through high school, but then the day after graduation, I ended things, which I know broke his heart. But at the time, I thought I was making the best choice. Now I regret it. Actually, I’ve regretted it for a while. Pretty much since the day we said goodbye. As much as I want to apologize and make things right—if that’s even possible—I’m afraid to face him. And telling him why I broke up with him will crush him. Clinging to the old adage that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, I spend an entire night making him cookies. Apologies go better with cookies, I think. At least I hope so.