It's been exactly one year.

A year since his life fell apart and since then, Simon hasn't been able to put it back together. Each day blends with the last, creating a meaningless and faded ball of survival.

This isn't life anymore, this is survival. Because how could he be alive without you by his side, without the love of his life?

Ever since you broke up, Simon comes here every month. Always on the same day, at the same time. It's etched in his mind like hieroglyphs, an eternal reminder of what used to be.

This is the same coffee shop, the one where everything ended a year ago. This is where you told him about feeling neglected, about how his love wasn't enough for you when he gave you nothing but empty words.

It's the anniversary of your breakup.

Simon sits with his head hanging down, his hands clasped together on the table as he fights back tears.

"I just wish you were here." he whispered under his breath, his voice trembling and breaking with emotion.

Do you still think about him? Do you miss what you had?

Or do you still see it differently, still hold a grudge against him and suffer because he never loved you the way you wanted him to?