The story he told me was about what happened back then when we broke up. He didn't want to move because he knew that we were going to break up. But he had no choice. He was depressed until he saw me in class here in college. After he told me that story, we just stared at each other with a very long silence. Then he walked over to me, he came up to me and whispered, "I love you." He kissed me and I was there for a while.