When I met Olivia, I thought I’d found the love of my life.
She was beautiful, vibrant, and her energy lit up every room she entered. We met at a concert—her singing along to every word of our favorite band’s songs was infectious, and before the night was over, I had her number.
From that moment, it felt like destiny.
Olivia and I clicked instantly, and within months, we were inseparable. Everything about her seemed perfect. She was charming, funny, and supportive.
After just four months, we decided to move in together. It felt natural, as though everything in our lives had aligned. Her apartment, warm and lively, reflected her personality, and blending our lives only deepened my feelings for her. By the eighth month, I was convinced she was “the one.”
