Aidan was scared I'd do something stupid, so he stuck with me twenty-four-seven, never taking his eyes off me.
During my hospital stay, he was all hands-on deck for me.
The lady in the next bed quietly asked me, "When are you two tying the knot?"
Thanks to my boyfriend's tender care, the darkness in my heart slowly lifted.
Whenever nightmares tortured me and I broke down in tears, he'd gently hold me, soothing my hurt soul.
He'd say, "It'll get better! Everything will be okay!"
Those painful memories have started to blur.
As I started forgetting, Aidan boldly exposed my scars to him.
It reopened wounds I thought had healed.
I was sure Aidan loved me and we'd walk down the aisle together.
But he never brought up marriage and even badmouthed me to him.
Turns out Aidan had his doubts; marriage was never on his mind.
We dated for seven years—seven long years! How many of those does a girl get?
He took up my whole youth and filled every memory.
I gave him my best years, but he didn't want them.
Outside, lightning cracked and thunder roared. I dashed into the pouring rain, letting it soak me.