What do you do when you meet your soulmate at seven-years-old?
And you love…
To have and to hold.
Until you hear the words, “I just don’t love you anymore.”
Putting an end to me.
A single glance.
A fleeting moment.
A solitary touch could make everything worth it.
This was my breaking point.
This was where I lost myself completely.
I did the only thing that made sense.
The only thing I had left to give.
I begged her…
To take me with her.