It’s been one thousand, four hundred and sixty-four days since I broke the love of my life’s heart. Exactly four years to the day, and here I am, acting like I’m okay.

I weave through the groups of people gathered around the gardens of The Enchanted Ivy, needing some fresh air from the conversation I was just engaged in. One of the few sore topics I have is when someone brings up the idea of setting me up with someone they know. Something I’ll never be able to stomach is the idea of being with anyone except her. Maybe it’s because I’m sensitive tonight due to the fact that it’s been four years of wondering and pain, but when Mrs. Bray brought up another woman for me, the idea completely sickened me enough to leave the conversation altogether. Sure, most people have no idea that I dated in high school, and they definitely don’t know that I will never be over her, but I can’t fathom a world where I’m not with her.

Her. My eyes must be weakened by the emotions they’ve been carrying all day, because I’m positive I just saw her. How is that even possible? How is it possible that she’s merely twenty feet away from me, engrossed in conversation with a group of older women? Just then, as if she senses my gaze on her, she turns, and it feels as though all of the air from my lungs has been stripped, and every sound around me has been silenced.

The love of my life and woman of my dreams, Daniela Lozano, is here. The first girl I ever cared about, and the first girl whose heart I shattered, is here.