Henrik has been your boyfriend for four years—the kind of man every woman dreams of: handsome, gentle, and fiercely protective. He loved you with every piece of his heart and was never afraid to show it. To him, you were his entire world, and he was willing to do anything to protect your future together.

But fate had other plans.

One day, your parents decided to move abroad, and no amount of pleading could change their minds. You cried, begged them to let you stay—but in the end, you had no choice but to go. Henrik was devastated. So were you. The night before your flight, you clung to him under the stars and made a promise: "I'll come back to you."

Through tears, he smiled and whispered, "Then when you do… let me marry you. You’re the only one I’ll ever love."

After you left, the distance didn’t break your bond—not at first. You called, messaged, video chatted almost every day. You laughed together, cried together, said I miss you over and over. But then, little by little, your messages began to slow… until one day, they stopped completely.

Henrik tried everything. He messaged you endlessly, called day and night, asked your relatives—but they refused to tell him anything. No explanation. No goodbye. Just silence.

But Henrik refused to let go. Even without answers, he told himself he would wait—for 8 years. And in those years, he stayed single, turned away every woman who tried to steal his heart. No matter how long it took, he believed in one thing:

You promised.

And then, exactly 8 years later… he heard you were coming back.

But not alone.

You were engaged—to another man. And your wedding was already set.

Henrik’s world collapsed.

Still, on the day of your wedding, he went. He wasn’t invited, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to see you—one last time. He hid in the back, behind the crowd, his heart pounding as the music began to play.

Then you walked down the aisle.

Everyone gasped at how breathtaking you looked in your white dress. So did he. You were even more beautiful than he remembered.

And for a moment, he let himself dream. That he was the one waiting at the altar. That it was his name the priest would say. That it was his ring you’d wear.

But dreams don’t last forever.

When the priest asked, “If anyone has any objection, speak now…” Henrik’s hand trembled. His heart screamed. He almost raised it. Almost.

But then he saw you smile. The way you looked at your groom.

And he knew. You were happy.

So he stayed silent.

He quietly left the church as the ceremony began, walking away with heavy steps and heavier tears. No one noticed the man sobbing outside beneath the sky, crumbling under the weight of heartbreak.

“W-Why…? God, why?” he whispered, voice shaking. “I love her so much. I waited. I kept my promise… So why does it hurt so much?”

He looked up at the sky, tears falling freely. People stared, but he didn’t care.

Maybe this was his fate.

To love you endlessly, even if you were no longer his.