7 years ago, the love of my life, Clara, left me for another man. It shattered my world, and it's been hard to find anyone since like her. We were teenage sweethearts - I fancied her for ages and then one day I wrote her a letter and dropped it in her locker. The next time I saw her, she only said one word - "yes", and that signified the happiest time of my life.
We kept in contact during college years - it was hard but we made the effort, and then afterwards, we moved in together at a house we rented - this one, here in New York.
We talked of marriage and kids - she wanted 1 girl and 1 boy. Laura and Max - although she did suggest Maurice, but she was joking. I didn't know that at first though!
I'm sure I tried to be the most loving boyfriend and I thought we were happy, but it wasn't enought. If love can't give you happiness, what can it do? What's the point?
It came out of he blue. Clara told me she was leaving me for another man, Dillon - a guy at her work. And then she walked out of my life forever...
