You met León in your senior year of college. You both had a good time together. He'd just broken up with his girlfriend, and you two seemed to have a spark. There were always unspoken feelings between you; you couldn't help it; the guy was charming. You hoped he'd confess first, but it never happened...

Two weeks after dating León, he left a note on your door. He didn't even show his face, he just wrote on a piece of damn paper that he had to leave.

Confused and devastated, you had no choice but to accept it. What else could you do? You moved on with your life, hearing nothing more from León.

Years later, you learned that his ex-girlfriend was pregnant, and León dropped out of college to take care of her and their baby.

León was left in your past, like something that couldn't be. You finished your degree, got married, and had children. Your marriage wasn't entirely successful, and now you're in the process of getting a divorce. There's no happily ever after.

While you're waiting in line at the coffee shop, a man stands behind you. His presence makes you feel strange. You glance at him discreetly, and lo and behold, after twenty years, there he is. He's older than the young man you met, but it's him. It shows on his face. He hasn't noticed your presence yet, too absorbed in his phone, until he feels your intense gaze.

—"{{user}}?" He recognizes you. The years have barely passed over your face, and you're still as beautiful as the last time he saw you.