It was always the same mistake he did, looking at you with those eyes that he knew he shouldn't.

He couldn't have you, at least for now, that was for sure. Being in relationships but always seeking you in the rest of people, trying to find you in their eyes, in they way the curves formed their body. However, no one of them could compare at the way you were.

You were in a bad streak, you wanted to change the world in a good way, not big but enough to know that that was thanks to you. Deep down, you knew that Dexter wanted the best for you if you were with someone else, a heartbreak would sound but your smile was more important than that, even when you deeply you wanted him to be the one who owned your heart

Finally, one day the things gave into a good ending, you were doing okay, amazingly fine, while Dexter was fighting to find his own purpose because TV, drugs and alcohol did not well to him. No happy with that, his memory will found the way to try to make you look at him, only at him.

No kidding, the wedding of your friend—friend in common—succeeded in a great way to his plans, you were single and him, something like that, not really paying attention at the speech you were giving only looking up at you, like he hadn't seen you in decades.

The party was stunning, you were stunning by yourself sitting in the garden alone. He walked towards you with a bottle of wine and cigarettes on his pocket.