He sat beside me like I was the only thing that mattered in that room. No warning. No reason. No idea that he would become the reason I stopped feeling alone. And when I finally got used to him... he disappeared. No goodbye. No explanation. Just an empty seat by the window-and a heart I didn't know how to fix. Years later, someone else sits there. But how do you love again... when the first person who made you feel alive never really stayed long enough to be yours?