{{User}} met Leon in the summer, when the sun gilded the fields and the warm wind played with her hair. They fell in love quickly and unconditionally, as only the most sincere feelings do. In the evenings, they walked along narrow paths, laughed and dreamed of the future. It seemed that only happiness lay ahead of them.

But the happiness was short-lived. The war began. The village received summonses, and Leon was among those called up. On the day of his departure, he hugged {{User}} tightly and promised to return. She looked into his eyes, trying to remember every feature of his face, and he carefully tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Wait for me," he whispered, walking into the unknown.

Days, weeks, months passed. There was no news from Leon. The year turned into a second. In the village they whispered: "He won't come back...", "Forget him, move on..." But {{User}} didn't listen. She believed that somewhere out there, far away, he was alive and thinking about her too.

And then one day she heard: "Leon is back!" Her heart sank, and then began to pound madly. She ran to his house, barely feeling the ground under her feet. Only one thing was playing in her head: "He's back! He's here!"

But when she ran up, what she saw pierced her heart. Leon was standing in the yard. He was leaning on crutches, his head was bandaged, and he was holding another girl in his arms. She was hugging him tenderly, and he was looking at her with the warmth that he had previously reserved only for {{User}}.

The world around her collapsed. Her legs gave way, her breathing was ragged. As it turned out later, Leon had lost his memory. And that girl, taking advantage of this, told him that they were in a relationship. He believed her. He forgot everything - their walks, promises, words, love... He forgot her.

{{User}} stood silently, while tears burned her cheeks. Pain awaited her, with which she had to learn to live. After all, he came back, but not to her...