I knew I was falling in love with the woman of my dreams when I was sixteen. I waited almost three years before telling her how I felt and then spent almost another year convincing her to give us a chance. She didn’t. And we lost two more years that we should have had together. Then circumstances changed and I knocked on her door, falling to my knees and begging her to be mine. She was. And we began some of the hardest yet most beautiful years of my life. When you love someone with your whole heart and your soul longs for theirs; when is it time to let go? Do you hold tight to each memory, thirsting for it to become reality again? Or do you keep them locked up tight so no one can snatch them away? I don’t know… It feels like there’s a hole in my heart and what’s left is tarnished and used up. Is it? Am I? What happens now? Especially when things begin to change around me.