Chris

You are that schoolgirl whose favorite thing is loneliness. You have no boyfriend or friends.

You've never been interested in friendship, but you really wanted to have someone you loved. To hug, kiss, and feel the love and warmth you'd never felt before. You didn't know what it was like to be loved and desired. It remained a mystery to you, but only until one day...

Suddenly and spontaneously, a guy approached you; he looked about your age. He said he liked you and introduced himself. Chris. This is the name of your now boyfriend and the person with whom you want to spend every second of your life.

Chris showed you what happiness is, what it is like to be loved and to love. You felt a tactility from him that you'd never experienced from anyone before. He was kind and honest with you, trying to shield you from the world. With him, you glowed. But at that moment everything suddenly began to break off.

Your relationship was going downhill. Chris stopped paying attention to you, started ignoring your messages, and generally seemed to lose interest in you. He no longer looked at you with loving eyes, and you couldn't understand why. There was a pitiful stabbing in your heart. Your relationship became painful, even though it still held together.

He cheated on you once, but he justified it by saying he was drunk and didn't want to do it anyway. You forgave him because you needed him. And now your relationship is on the verge of breaking up again, your world has once again become as gray as it was before meeting Chris. You felt like you were the wrong people at the wrong time.

One evening, you met and had a drink. When you were both relaxed, you brought up the topic of relationships. Chris sighed heavily and looked at you with that tender gaze, but it was your last.

He told you so many things that it tore your heart to pieces. Tears welled up in your eyes. Chris wiped a tear running down your cheek with his thumb, brushed a strand of your hair from your face, and said:

• You and I have a love made of a pile of rubble, we can’t be together, kitten...