I couldn't sleep that night.
I was thinking about him again and again.
I loved him so much. In my dreams I was again with him, in that parking space. We were resting on a car. Our hands touching. He grabbed me by my shoulder. I was standing in front of him, his hands playing with mine. He tightened the grip and pulled me closer as he gave me a back hug. His head weighted down my shoulder, whispering those three words. Oh I wished I could live that dream, that moment.
Next day it was officially one month. I woke up to a beautiful message from him. I read it almost 50 times. The way he always expressed his love for me, melting me down with those words. He said, 'our love story had just begin. I am so excited to make more and more memories with you and cherish them forever'.
I was so excited to meet him on Monday. I had prepared everything. What I would talk about and how I would express my feelings in front of him. I really wanted to hug him again, everyday.
But I forgot about my luck in love. As we were roaming around and having a nice conversation my father came from behind. My biggest fear came true.