It was like he dreamt of her, of her silhouette, of her illusion – that she was there physically present only to awake in an empty bed. He had lost her once, the girl, who, without notice, became his universe. It hit him. He thought he had forever to amend his mistakes, but the truth was, he did not… they had met during a time when everything was an intricate mess and had much to figure out. How could he have known how crucial every word said, every action made, or losing her would become something of a bitter regret?

He had lost her once and he did not want...