Our story wasn’t just any fairy tale or romantic film you see in the movies.

Actually… maybe it was, or maybe it was just another chapter of one of those cliche romantic novels.

I still remember the first day that I met you, those cute dimples that form around your mouth when you smiled. Our eyes met and that’s when it all started, you were all I could ever ask for. Playing video games together, always giving me small surprises, packing lunch and leaving a smiley face with ketchup on the side of my meal, all these little things as well as constantly supporting me.

But it was too good to be true, we were too young and neither of us was ready. Beyond that happiness, there was an unavoidable issue. A rift formed between us that neither of us could repair. All the little arguments and fights built up into this massive ball of problems.

I just wanted everything to work out perfectly, yet I had no idea how it possibly could. The more I tried the more she pushed herself away from me.

And finally, you were tired of all this and left.

To think that out of all things, we could’ve been meeting each other at bad timings, our hearts longed for each other whilst the situation prevented our connection.

Till now, I still think of you. Your face, your touch, our memories, they lie in the deep crevices of my mind, awakened by the simplest of things. Passing the bus stop we used to meet at, crossing the park we used to stroll along, or even the smell of the sea at the beach. Maybe you have long forgotten about me or maybe I was just another guy that was a part of your life.

Every day I secretly hope we meet again. I’d bump into you at our usual spot in the cafe near your block, and we’d reconnect about all the good times we’ve had, all the memories we’ve shared, and decide to make new ones together.

But a man with a broken heart can only hope in sadness. How is it over if you’re constantly plaguing my mind with your beautiful face?

I would trade a thousand lives to go back in time and realize what we had, and not take for granted what we had together.

The last page of my book has to end with you inside.