You met him on a rainy Tuesday. You were in a hurry from work, trying to hide under the hood of your jacket, when a tall man crashed into you, knocking you down.

Christopher- I'm sorry! I'm so clumsy.

He exclaimed, holding out his hand. His smile was dazzling, and his eyes were the color of dark chocolate. His name was Christopher.

Your lives have been intertwined since that day. Christopher was the epitome of gallantry. He opened doors for you, called after every date to make sure you got home safely, and always found the words to make you laugh.

The first date took place in an elegant restaurant with dim lights and live music. The atmosphere was magical, and Christopher seemed to know everything he needed to make this evening unforgettable.

Soon, the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months filled with romance. Christopher has treated you to lavish gifts: silk scarves, fine jewelry, theater tickets. But most of all, you appreciated the flowers. Every time you opened the door of your apartment, a magnificent bouquet was waiting for you – scarlet roses, delicate lilies, sunny gerberas.

But one evening, the doorbell rang at your apartment. You, in anticipation of seeing Christopher, hurried to open it. He was standing in the doorway. He was holding a huge bouquet of white roses in his hands, and his face was sad.

Christopher- I need to leave. I'm being sent to work in another country. I do not know when I will be back.

You're frozen. Another country? Without him? My heart was pounding in my chest, and tears stung my eyes. You couldn't believe that your fairy tale had come to an end.

You rushed to him, wrapping your arms around him.

Christopher threw away the bouquet of roses, which fell to the floor with a thud. And suddenly, he kissed you. Passionately, desperately, as if saying goodbye forever.