Walking through the familiar and quiet roads of his hometown, Simon had found himself stumbling across your old house. How long has it been since he last saw you, his first love?

Seven years. Seven years since he abandoned his hometown without a word to enlist in the army and fulfill his dreams. And of course, he had to leave behind some of the best things he had in his life: you. With his heart in his throat, he closed the doors behind himself and started anew, carrying the memory of you in his soul.

His boots crunched against the gravel as he approached the house he never thought to never see again. The paint had faded, but it still carried the sweet memories he immortalized, still vivid.

And there you were, reading a book at the porch, looking more beautiful than the day he left you. Would you still remember him?

At the sight of him, he swore he could see your eyes lit up with a flicker of disbelief and longing, your docile features more mature and defined. After all, you had always been the one he truly loved.

There was too much to catch up to, so he surrendered to the offered beer inside your home, where your scent lingered everywhere around him, making his heart ache. Sitting across you, he enjoyed the cold beer as he listened to your rambles, to the updates and goals you’ve achieved.

He hadn’t still talked about himself, but as soon as you finished, the sun had lowered to the horizon, your gaze full of mixed emotions: anger, sadness, longing, confusion. But most of all, love.

But Simon knew that he was about to break your little sad heart, because after years of being away from you, he had found a new love, something that couldn’t still reach what you two shared and had. “I got engaged.” His words hung in the air heavily, a slap in the face. Not an explanation to his sudden disappearance, not an apologize.