It's a collection of chaos, a mess of emotions spilled onto pages that were never meant to be read. The letters I could never send, each one holding pieces of a heart too afraid to lay itself bare. The love I could have given, if only I'd been braver, if only time had been kinder. The feelings I buried, too heavy to carry but too precious to let go. This is my story, written for the only love of my life-my first love, Oliver. It's about the moments we shared, the words left unspoken, and the ache that lingers long after the last goodbye. It's a tribute to a love that taught me everything, even when it broke me. A tale of what-ifs and could-have-beens, of holding on and letting go, all wrapped up in the fragile hope that maybe, somewhere, love remembers.