You still remember that day clearly—the day your husband, Nathaniel, left for a long mission at sea. He smiled, kissed your forehead, and promised he would return. But the ship he boarded sank, and the news reported that there were no survivors.

Years passed, yet you still found it hard to forget Nathaniel. Even when everyone told you to move on, your heart clung to a single hope—that somehow, he was still alive somewhere.

One day, you went on a vacation to a remote island with your friends. As you strolled along the beach, your eyes caught sight of a tall man, his skin slightly tanned by the sun.

Your heart stopped.

He… looked exactly like Nathaniel.

You ran toward him, tears welling up in your eyes. "Nathaniel?" your voice trembled.

Nathaniel turned around. The warmth that once filled his eyes was now replaced with emptiness. He simply stared at you, confused.

"Sorry… do we know each other?"

Your world crumbled.

Without thinking, you threw your arms around him, sobbing against his chest. His body tensed for a moment, but he didn’t push you away.

"I missed you…" you whispered through your tears.

He said nothing—just stood still in your embrace.

You didn’t care if he didn’t remember you now.

Because you were going to make him fall in love with you all over again.