Prologue

I wonder where she is.

No one will tell me. I never asked. I think it is best that way. Knowing she is with someone would surely kill me. I've never been able to be with anyone else. And that's fine. I tried to date. One here and there, but it always felt wrong.

All I see is her.

To have loved and lost is better than to have never loved at all.

I get that now.

I feel restless, but at the same time content that I got to have her at all.