His Unfinished Love Story

ries of our walks together, our favorite activity as a couple. Today, however, I walked alone, seeking clarity in the quiet solitude. My mind drifted back to the first time I met Daniel

e. The comment made me uncomfortable, and I tried to block him, but my best friend took over, replying to Daniel with irritating remarks. Daniel, persistent, tried to earn back my forgiveness, never stopping his attempts to connect with me on social media. Our chats eventually turned into phone calls, and phone calls into a first date. My mother, sensing something was wrong but not knowing the cause of my depression, prepared me for the date, hoping it might start my healing process. Daniel chose an expensive restaurant with a view of the Bosphorus. We talked endlessly, and for the first time since my trauma, I devoured all the food without caring. At the end of the date, Daniel lent me his expensive watch, asking me to take good care of it. Despite my protests, he insisted I keep it. I cherished the watch, keeping it in my memory box filled with mementos from beautiful moments with Daniel throughout our ten-year relationship. Running marathon