"Why did you cry?" I ask him.
"Because the story you told me was heart breaking." He said, while walking close to me.
"I just think about him and I cannot even imagine even the pain he must have felt. I just wish him lots of happiness because he looked like someone who did deserve it, it was at that moment I realized that how a person could love someone with such intensity. After looking at my parents fighting all the time I stopped believing in love, until I met him and whenever it feels like true love doesn't exist I remember about him." I said.
"I don't think that true love exists, everyone just leaves you know." He said, looking at the sky again.
"Just because you haven't met the right person that doesn't mean love doesn't exist." I said.
"And how will I know that whether she is the right person or not?" He asked.