Sleep well tonight

Prologue

I loved him. More than I even realized.

I loved him, but never really told him that.

Whenever I look back at those days we've spent together I can't keep a smile off my face. It was wonderful, unforgettable.

Despite that, whenever I bring that back and try to study the memories closer, study every happy moment soaked in our smiles and kisses, I am even more certain that it would have never ended well. It was too perfect. We've never even had a serious fight or misunderstanding. We've spent two incredible years together, though it all felt like a sweet summer romance.

Well, at least before he left.

Now I think the strangest thing that kept coming into my head a lot at that time was the way I was shocked about it all. I guess I simply didn't expect him being the one to stumble.

I was the one uncertain. I was the one drifting along and letting him make me happy.

And he was so in love with me. No kidding. He was leaning on me, breathing me, adoring me. We did everything together. We were supposed to stay, to grow old together. He always told me so.

And yet, he was the one who ruined it all.