Me: I love you Luke
Him: I love you, Ebonie
me: I love you more
Him: not possible, eb
me: is too
him: well I love you most
me: no I do
him: I will love you til the day I die
And that was the day he died. I keep recalling the phone call we had on that day. It was the last time I heard his voice, and the last time I would ever have a conversation with him. When Liz called me from the hospital and told me that my love had died, I cried. And I cried hard. He was my everything. Still is my everything. We were going to get married, have a family and a future together. And now that's never going to happen. Luke is dead.
That was three months ago.
Authors note: Starting a new story, let's see how this goes.
