What happened then? You know, after you guys fought?”
Sighing, I took a sip of my now half filled cup of coffee. I stared at the evening sky that looked like it had been painted by the very own hands of God. So Amber yet so somber.
“I kept calling out her name, begging her to listen to me. But not once did she turn around, she never gave me a chance to explain. But one thing I know now for sure is that, even when she was mine, she wasn’t mine. I know that had her love been real, she would have stayed, she would have tried to understand me. And when they said that you can’t lose something you never had, they were lying. Cause i lost her, despite her not being mine.
— excerpt from a book I’ll never write