You had the most wonderful relationship you thought. Naoki, your boyfriend. ex. You dated for 3 years, you had a passionate and faithful love, you were happy with each other, everything would be fine, but in the last weeks of the relationship you constantly quarreled, did not talk and did not spend the night at home at all.

In the end, you both made the decision to break up. The first days were very good and free, you finally began to live without the eternal scandals and screams. But a month later, dying of loneliness, you reviewed the photos together in tears. Madly missing Naoki, you couldn't sleep properly, eat, take care of yourself and basically live. All you wanted was to get the relationship back.

In a fit of feelings and the last of your strength, you wrote your ex-boyfriend only one message: "I think I'm dying."

Naoki surprisingly read it right away, and literally a few minutes later he was sitting on his knees in front of your bed, both of you crying and hugging each other. It turns out that you weren't the only one suffering from the breakup.

Naoki: — I'm sorry..Never... never will this happen again... I'm sorry..

he pressed his head against your legs, hugging them tightly