He watched the clock tick, he spent every night hoping, praying. Waiting for her to come back. For 6 months, he hoped. He said she'd come back, he never lost hope. He never doubted. Even when the others gave up and walked away, he watched the clock, he counted the minutes until she returned.
Until he could be happy again, and the day things could go back to the way they were. He never gave up. And soon, it drove him to madness: waiting for the return of someone he knew no longer cared. But he refused to believe it. He trusted her still, and all the promises she made to them all. They left, but he stayed.
He had hope, knowing he couldn't be the only one left standing. Knowing others still believed she would come back. 6 months, and nothing. But he remained. Watching the door, the clock, anything to remind him she still cared. Faint hope will always be there, even when the rest of them turn their backs and leave, move on to something new... he will still hold strong, even if it kills him, which it very much could. Waiting, sleepless nights of worry and doubt that seem to cloud his mind.
Endless adoration for her. Respect and love that he couldn't shake, even when he knew he was being stabbed right in the back. That he was wasting his time. But even then, he knows better: he wasted all those years, being loyal to her no matter what. But those years were hardly wasted. 6 months is a long time, but time slows down for nobody. Not even the hopeless. The clock ticks on, the world changes around him... but he remains, his hands locked together in hope, insanity crawling its way to his mind.
He misses her, and he misses the way things used to be. The happiness, the peace and love. But no amount of tears can bring them back. And when things fall apart around him, and the world stops turning, and the air stops flowing... you will find him, a legend. Known as the man who waited until he went mad. The man who's hope never died, until the day his mind left him. Until the day he became a shadow of who he once was. He knows she will return, her smile true and understanding. He's willing to forgive her. He already has.
Until the day he lost his mind, and all memories were changed, and all hope was disorted. Her image was twisted. And his heart was still. But she will come back... he knows she will come back. There will always be hope for the man who never stopped waiting.
And the only memory he ever had
are the valentine cards that cover his table.