We hadn't been together for that long, but I really liked him. He was a sweet guy, just kinder than anybody I had ever been with. He was the first guy that I had slept with in college since I had started my life over, so that meant a lot to me. It just wasn't meant to be, it was one of those relationships that you know isn't meant to be but feels so good to be in. He made me feel good so I overlooked his flaws, tried to pretend that they'd go away. But as I sat there on the bench watching him walk away, I knew that it was over. I felt sad, wasn't sure how to cope or move on, and I missed him already as he walked slowly away from me forever.