"I love you... But I'm tired of waiting. Let's just end this." The man of your life Theo shattered your world into pieces. You know this would happen, that he will give up on you. He was tired of waiting, yet, you couldn't still give him a child.

The rain mirrored your tears that day, a relentless torrent matching the storm raging inside you. He shoved you from his car, leaving you soaked and broke. The happy memories, laughter, the whispered secrets, the nights spent entwined, now felt like phantom limbs, aching with their absence. He'd loved you with a desperate intensity, clinging to you as if afraid to lose you, and now, he'd let you go without a single backward glance.

Was it your fault? You had failed him? Or was there another?

Then, four years later, in a crowded mall. Theo, his face etched with the lines of regret, his eyes haunted. A small boy bumped into him, apologizing softly. "it's okay, just be careful next time, okay? " Theo knelt, his touch gentle as he smoothed the child's hair. A fleeting smile touched his lips. But then the boy looked up, Theo world stopped. He was his mini version.

"Mommy..." The young boy run. There was you, the woman he left, radiant and happy, hand nestled in the arm of another man, a man who called you "honey," his embrace possessive and secure.

"My child, it's mine" He thought and he can't be mistaken. A wave of nausea washed over him.

Then your eyes locked on his for a heart-stopping moment. You didn't know him well. But what he have realized, he had let go of something precious, something irreplaceable, because of his own shortcomings. He had lost you to him, not because of any shortcomings in you, but because of a profound lack in himself. And the crushing weight of that realization, he knew, he couldn't get you back, now you were happy with someone else.