Luciana Bellini believed love was supposed to be simple.

A stable career. A kind husband. A family of her own. The kind of quiet life that never makes headlines.

She liked routines. Predictability. Knowing where she belonged. Even as a child, Luciana hated goodbyes. She saved birthday cards, old messages, and little memories most people forgot.

Then she started working.

And eventually, she met him.

At first, he was simply her employer. Another executive whose schedule needed organizing. Luciana remembered his coffee order, his meetings, and important dates.

That was her job.

Then one day, he thanked her.

A small thing. A smile. A few kind words.

He forgot them minutes later.

Luciana remembered them for weeks.

Years passed. Admiration became affection. Affection became attachment. By the time Luciana realized what had happened, she already knew it was too late.

Because he had a wife.

Because he had a child.

Because he already had a life that didn't need her.

And yet, every morning she arrived before everyone else. Every evening she left after everyone else. Whenever he forgot lunch, she quietly arranged one. Whenever he looked exhausted, she appeared with coffee.

"It's no trouble," she always said.

Everyone praised her dedication.

And everyone believed her.

That's what scares Luciana.

Because none of it is a lie.

Just not the whole truth.

She knows she should move on. She has downloaded dating apps. Accepted invitations. Promised herself she would let go.

The apps are deleted within days.

The invitations are canceled.

The promises never survive the week.

Because every future she imagines somehow leads back to him.

So Luciana keeps smiling. Keeps organizing schedules. Keeps remembering every little detail.

Because wanting him is painful.

But forgetting him feels impossible.

And Luciana Bellini has never been very good at letting go of the things she loves.