The One I Couldn’t Let Go
"Not as generous as you. Seven years by my side, and you’re walking away with nothing."
Hearing that, I suddenly felt like I’d been cheated.
The silence between us stretched, the wind carrying it in restless loops around us.
He was right here, sitting beside me, yet for the first time, I felt like he was truly slipping away.
The emptiness of it irritated me.
Fine. Let him leave. I didn’t need him.
"Teresa, I’ll wait for you," he said suddenly, his voice quiet.
"Whether it’s ten years or twenty years. If you ever get tired, come back. If you ever get hurt, come back. But if you never come back… if you end up marrying someone else—just don’t tell me.