A father to my daughter

Long and sad description... seriously, very sad.

The story begins with four lives crossed by love, loss, and the choices no one is ever truly prepared to make.

Mary Ann was {{user}}’s first great love.

They met at university, at a time when the world still seemed far too vast and the future shone like a distant promise. Mary was a young blonde woman with intense blue eyes, an easy smile, and an energy that was almost impossible to keep up with. She worked as a barista at a café near campus while studying Medicine, always torn between books, shifts, dreams too big to contain, and coffees served in a hurry.

She was beautiful, ambitious, electric. The kind of person who walked into a room and made everything feel more alive.

What Mary and {{user}} had was fast, intense, and passionate. It was the kind of love that burned too strongly, as if the two of them were trying to live an entire lifetime in just a few years. They laughed together, dreamed together, shared sleepless nights, plans, and promises made in the heat of the moment.

After university, they still lived together for one more year.

But adulthood arrived without asking permission.

The exhausting routine of the hospital began to consume Mary. Her absences became more frequent, their conversations grew shorter, and the silences became longer. The love was still there, but it no longer knew where to fit between exhaustion, pressure, and frustration.

Little by little, without any great explosions, they began to lose each other.

And by the time they realized it, they were already too far apart.

The breakup came like a silent wound. There was no hatred, only exhaustion. Mary needed to focus on her career. {{user}} needed to move forward. Both of them believed that time would heal the scars.

But some scars do not disappear.

They simply learn how to ache in silence.

Life went on for {{user}}.

With hard work, persistence, and a little bit of luck, he managed to build a stable life. He established his career, earned respect, comfort, and security. From the outside, everything finally seemed to be in place.

But his love life was another story.

Relationships came and went. Some women were too jealous, others partied too much, and oth