It’s winter. It’s very cold just like my heart. It was supposed to be our 4^th year together but everything was suddenly blown away by the wind.

“I’m not asking you to take me back. I’m asking you to give me my heart back.” Kris said as he held my hand

“how can I give you yours when you’ve already given it to someone else?” I looked at him as I tried to stop the tears from flowing

“I’ll give your heart back” he whispers

“I don’t need it. Keep it. Along with all of our memories.” And I walked away