I would’ve fought for him. Would’ve fought for our love until my last breath. But he broke my heart. I could barely get out of bed. Could barely breathe.
Every moment felt like I was hanging on by a thread. My only saving grace is that I’ll never have to see him again. He’s facing another 19 years behind bars.
While my heart faces a life sentence of misery. But then… He walks through the door of my diner, tilting my life off axis again. If I was a mistake, why did he come to me the moment he was released?
Doesn’t matter the reason. The only mistake I won’t be making is letting him back into my life again.
