Romance

Six Years Chasing Her First Love

by Bags Galore

The day Carly Stein and I make things official, she syncs her phone to my smart weighing scale.Every morning, my body fat percentage and biometric data get uploaded straight to her phone.Whenever my fat slips above 8%, she turns cold. "Lower it to 8%, Danny. Get those muscles razor-sharp, and then we'll get married."For six years, I obsess over every calorie and burn myself out in the gym because of those words.On my birthday, I eat a single slice of regular cake. She immediately flags it on our shared fitness app as a severe loss of control.Now, I finally hit 8%. I have the broad shoulders and narrow waist she demanded.Yet on the day of my custom suit fitting, Carly leaves me waiting in the shop for three hours.Aiden Turner, an old friend, sends a photo. Carly is sitting with him in a barbecue joint, picking onions out of his plate."Hey Danny, I just got back in town. Carly said you're cutting for the wedding and can't have this stuff, so I didn't invite you."On our app, Carly logs that grease-heavy midnight meal as a "companion day".I open the scale's historical setup logs.That 8% body fat goal was created six years ago—the exact day Aiden moved abroad.There's one line of text in the target notes field that hasn't been completely deleted. "Aiden at his physical peak."I stare at the screen for a long moment, then hit unpair.After that, I go to the suit shop and change the name on the suit reservation to Aiden Turner.

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