He left as always, generating emotional turbulence, leaving her with a broken heart.
He left telling her that he didn't love her, that he never loved her and that he was only looking for someone to spend his lonely moments with.
He left knowing that she still loved him, that she still felt comfortable and safe with his presence even if only once a week.
He left her again with a bitter taste in her mouth, it left her with a taste of lies, a taste that she already knew but that from time to time preferred to ignore.
He left again taking what she most wanted from him, his hugs...
She stayed I don't know if for being silly or because she had low self-esteem or emotional dependence problems, she stayed because they had very similar stories. Both had their inner child hidden, both were afraid, both had too many dreams and ambitions I dare say that they were very similar in that aspect.
That's why when he crossed paths with her he helped her, gave her that peace he longed for, showed her that together they could achieve it but he didn't see that they also shared the same fears, she feared abandonment, him to be alone. His father had abandoned him since he was very young and his mother left her alone taking care of her brothers. They wanted to help each other fight and end their fears for each other but it didn't end well for any of them...
Both were like a mirror to each other and reflected each other in every way, and they couldn't dominate it. She ended up clinging to him even more and he with fear of commitments, he left as his dad did and she ended up begging for a little attention even if it was just a weekend like her mom did.
They went a year without seeing each other, he kept trying to fill that void from bed to bed. Going out to party, accepting commitments that he knew were not going to take him anywhere.
She... she waited for him, she also tried to fill that void with men in her bed, but in none of them she could find the warmth she felt with him. She felt dirty and bad about herself, so she waited, she heard from her friends that he was doing well, she was with a new partner, she was making her life;
She didn't say anything, she just accepted the idea that they wouldn't see each other again, she only regretted not having taken more photos, of not having told her more times that she loved her. And every time he was forgetting more and more of his voice, his laughter, his smile, his aroma, what he could never forget were his honey-colored eyes that were not honey, they were a mixture between dark brown in the center and blurred with that honey color.
She already gave up all hope until one weekday that notification sounded... she froze while she was making dinner, yes, it was him, she just put a "Hello, so long."
And the rest is counted by itself...