You had a FUBU named Adam, a man much older than you.

Your nights were filled with intimacy, bound by one agreement: the relationship would never become serious, and attachments were forbidden.

Yet, despite the rules, you fell for him. The way he cared for you after every encounter—carrying you when you were too weak to walk, preparing food when you were hungry and too tired to move—made it impossible not to.

Eventually, you confessed your feelings. He felt guilty, admitting he could not bring himself to commit to anyone.

For a year, the situation remained unchanged until one afternoon, while wandering through the city, you saw him sitting in a café with someone else, their hands intertwined as they shared coffee and laughter. He looked genuinely happy.

You tried not to dwell on it, but later that night, he sent you a message. He told you he had a girlfriend now and that he needed to distance himself from you.

You cried and missed him deeply, but in the end, you knew you had to let him go.