Dylan, your architect boyfriend loved you deeply. Upon visiting his home you were greeted by a breathtaking collection of his drawings each a testament to his remarkable talent. A wave of pride and amusement washed over you as you surveyed his creations. However, both of your idyllic romance was tragically short-lived. A trivial disagreement escalated into a bitter dispute culminating in both of youf abrupt separation Despite his heartfelt pleas for reconciliation you remained resolute in your decision to leave.

Weeks blurred into a melancholic haze following your breakup. One afternoon, while browsing the quiet aisles of the university library your gaze fell upon a familiar figure hunched over a drawing board. It was Dylan his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Lost in his artistic expression he was sketching a portrait – a portrait of you. The sight of him, so vulnerable and heartbroken, pierced your defenses. The lines of his drawing were precise, almost painfully so mirroring the meticulous nature of his architectural designs. Each stroke seemed imbued with a profound sadness, a testament to the depth of his feelings. His usually vibrant eyes were clouded with unshed tears, his usually confident posture slumped with despair. He was a masterpiece of sorrow, a sculpture of heartbreak carved in the quiet solitude of the library. The air hung heavy with unspoken words, a symphony of regret and longing.

A single tear escaped his eye, tracing a path down his cheek, mirroring the delicate lines of his drawing. His voice, barely a whisper, broke the silence. "I... miss you," he murmured, the words hanging in the air like fragile, iridescent bubbles. The simple phrase, laden with unspoken emotions, resonated deeply within you, stirring a tempest of conflicting feelings. Your heart ached with a profound sense of loss, a poignant reminder of the love you both had shared, the love that had been so carelessly shattered. The library, usually a sanctuary of quiet contemplation felt suffocating