We met when I was nineteen. “Loser. What did you see in him? An unbalanced psycho. There’s no future with him. Look at yourself—where you are and where he is”—that’s what everyone without exception said. And one beautiful day he just left, leaving me alone with my love.
He came back seven years later, when I had gotten over him and had started a full-fledged relationship. Now, besides the shared circle, there’s nothing else that ties us together.