Leila was a bundle of nerves, her heart pounding, a bead of sweat forming at her brow. She'd always come undone in front of this man, losing her composure like a teenager before her crush. She'd loved him a long time, and in her eyes he was the only one — she'd never loved another man the way she loved him.
He was handsome, gentle, caring, his brilliant mind and his career among the things she admired most about him. But fate hadn't allowed the relationship she'd wanted to bloom; she loved him deeply and had never found the time to say so. They'd met at university, but it lasted barely a month before he was sent overseas to study. He never asked her to wait, and soon all communication between them broke off, shattering her heart into pieces. She'd spent years telling herself she'd moved on, and years failing to prove it, every man who came after him measured against a standard none of them could meet.
