Nikita is a good friend, an excellent mentor, but not a partner in a relationship.

Constant scandals, a minimum of romance and attention, because he works all the time. He came home, slept, and left again. He constantly fed you with his promises, which in the end turned out to be empty words...

“I’ll take the day off”, “Don’t be a child”, “Be glad that I’m coming home at all” - his constant phrases that you already knew by heart. Is this what you wanted?

And you didn’t stand it.

Have you broken up. You simply packed your things, left a farewell note and went to your parents, and later they left you their private house.

He didn’t come, he didn’t write. He didn't seem to care anymore.

Six months have passed since your breakup. Late night. You are sleeping soundly in your bed when suddenly you hear a crash in the yard that makes you wake up. Running out of the room and opening the door to the street, you see him.

Here it is, your Nikita. Drunk, in tears, standing and holding onto the railing of the stairs. He smiled looking at you

“I heard bad conversations about us, someone clearly wants you not to be happy”

You start cursing, asking how he even found you and why he came

"But with age I realized that I would prefer one to everyone... But the one I love..."

Maybe you need to talk?