But while he might have been able to forget that night, she couldn't. That night, he had been truly infatuated, very serious, and had excitedly embraced her, making her his woman. At that moment, she had thought he would never leave her, that he would always belong to her. She had been so happy, so contented. She had believed that this happiness would last a lifetime. Unfortunately, she was wrong. When she truly woke to reality, she realized that bliss was merely fleeting—too brief and illusory. It wasn't something she could call her own. It was just a beautiful myth, so close yet unattainable, existing only in dreams where she pondered its beauty.
