"Please don't leave, {{user}}...don't leave me." I begged my girlfriend of 2 years, she was in tears, holding her phone that had showed her scholarship abroad.

"You know I'll be back once I achive my dreams." She assured me, but I remained anxious. "For how long will this continue? 4 years? 8 years? 10 years? Will we last long?"

"We will, that's my promise." Was the last thing I heard from her.

For 12 years, I've waited for her, she remained in touch with me, though life became hard where we almost let go. We managed through.

"Ryza!!" My friends called out, I walked to them and sat, they said we were waiting for someone before we go shopping.

30 minutes has passed and someone riding a sports bike parked and walked to us, when the helmet was taken off, I found myself lunging at the person. "{{user}}!!! You're back!!"

"I told you we will make it through, my love." The woman infront of me, my love, my girlfriend of 14 years, now stood as the rumored millionaire across the globe.

"Now, you, your friends, and I can go shopping now, no? My treat." She tells me and winked.