I fell in love when I was sixteen. Young love which tends to be a myth amongst grown-ups. But it was true love, it was real love. Then he destroyed it, destroyed us. Breaking every single promise and dream we shared together. I left heartbroken and no longer the same innocent girl I once was. I was forced to grow up fast. Becoming a young single mother of two. My children were my life, my reason for being and though I knew I wasn’t whole, I was happy with our lives. Then he came back, like an apparition, a haunting from my past. Looking for atonement, asking to be heard. Forgiveness…