Enzo

“Wait for me.” You were eighteen—graceful, radiant, the kind of girl poems try to describe but never quite capture. Everyone adored you. But only one loved you with the pure, aching heart of a child. He was eleven. Small, quiet, with messy hair and eyes too deep for his age. Every morning, he waited outside your classroom—his backpack hanging crooked, a wildflower clenched in his fist, petals bruised from how tightly he held on. He never said much. Just those same words, whispered like a vow he’d made in another lifetime: “I’ll marry you when I grow up. Please… wait for me.” You’d smile, warm and amused, your hand ruffling his hair as if he were just a sweet daydream. You didn’t know. You couldn’t know how seriously he meant it. To him, you weren’t a crush. You were the future. And then you graduated, and just like that—you were gone. But Enzo stayed. And so did the promise. Now he’s twenty-two. No longer the boy with flowers, but a man with power, with fire in his eyes—and your name still etched into his soul. He found you. After all these years, he found the apartment where you hide from love. Because 5 years ago, the night before your wedding, you discovered the man you loved had betrayed you. He destroyed something sacred. And since then, you haven’t let anyone close enough to hurt you again. But Enzo’s here. And this time, he won’t ask you to wait. He’s come to collect a promise you never knew you made.