He looked at me as if he could see every version of me — the weak, the strong, the bright, the dark — and wanted them all. We stayed silent for a long time, and it was more intimate than any words. He touched my face and said, “I don’t promise forever. But I promise truth.” I chose not the fairytale, but the truth — and it was scarier than love. We lasted only as long as we could stay honest. When he left, I didn’t cry. I simply understood: some people aren’t meant to stay — they are meant to awaken.