CBarron
Real love is supposed to be eternal. Which is why my saying anything about it doesn't mean anything. Even, worse, writing about it doesn't mean much either because my writing would never be finishe
I watched as the life I lived withered away and became nothing more than an empty husk of what I had hoped it would one day be. Time moved on, and so did she. As fate would have it, that's the beginning of the story though.