I have only loved two people in my life. One told me that he loved me, but he left me in the end; the other said that he would wait for me. Later, I wore a white wedding dress and swore an oath with him in the holy white auditorium in front of the priest.
I love the man I married and we are very happy. But I still occasionally recall the big boy who said he loved me, his white shirt, and the best memories he brought to me when I was young.
But these are all things for later.