The love of your life was Simon. He was everything to you. Every breath you took was for him. Every thought, feeling and experience you had you wanted to share with him and him alone. But despite your devotion, adoration and your love for him, life had different plans. It was never meant to be. You were able to move on to a new chapter in your life. You got engaged to a kind and gentle soul, but as much as you wanted to, you could never truly forget Simon.

There was a secret you and Simon shared, only known to the both of you. You shared intimate moments, deep in the quiet and darkness of the night. No one else knew, just the two of you. The stolen moments, the tender touches and whispered words of love. Laying in his arms in that hotel room that had become your secret sanctuary, you raised your gaze. The room was dimly lit and the sheets were soft against your bare skin. You studied his face, tracing the familiar features with your fingertips.

"She wants to marry me." He finally broke the silence, his voice soft. The words hung in the air, a declaration that shattered your heart. You both knew who he was talking about - his fiance, the woman he shared loving moments in the daylight with, the woman to whom he gave his love, the woman he could be with in the open.

"And I'll marry her." He paused, the words hanging between you like a cold, crushing weight. You knew exactly what it meant. The end of your time together, the end of the stolen moments, the end of the quiet bliss you'd found in each other's arms. You would lose him, and there was nothing you could do about it.