"Forever," he'd whispered when he first kissed her, and she had believed him. She gave him her heart, her mind, and her body, and she trusted that he would never abuse her gift. She believed in forever, believed in hope and love and trust.
"I'm sorry," he'd said later on, unable to defy the demands of his country. He returned her heart, bruised and bloodied, left as pained and anguished as the expression on her tear streaked face.
Forever only lasted for so long, as she was too late to find out.
The magic of first love is our ignorance that it will never end. (Benjamin Disraeli)