Once, he had loved deeply - a love so pure, it consumed him entirely. She was his everything. He believed their bond would last forever, but one day, without a word, she vanished. No explanation, no goodbye. Just silence. The heartache that followed was unbearable, and with each passing day, the pain turned to bitterness. The love he once knew was gone, and in its place, he built walls.

To protect himself, he became something he never thought he could be - someone who no longer believed in love. He became a Casanova, a master of charming smiles and fleeting moments, never letting anyone get close enough to matter. It was a defense mechanism. If he couldn't love, then no one could hurt him again.

But there was one person who never left his side - a girl who had known him since childhood. She had always admired him from afar, quietly holding on to a love that was never returned. To him, she was always just a friend - someone who didn't matter in the grand scheme of his life. She was the one he turned to when everything else felt empty, but he never saw her as anything more.

But life has a way of surprising us, and sometimes, the one person we need most is the one we least expect. She had always seen the man behind the mask, and perhaps, just perhaps, she was the one who could heal the wounds he'd kept hidden for so long.

As his past collided with the present, he'd have to face the truth: love wasn't about forgetting. It was about healing - and she might just be the key to fixing the broken heart of a man who had long since given up on love.