Take It From Me

Prologue

Dear London Wingten,    I've been hurting now more than ever, in ways I just cannot explain. You leaving left me broken, it felt like I was constantly getting stabbed in the heart by your small tender hands. It's been two years, today, since you had left. I miss every tender kiss, and every touch. They say time will heal, but how much time is needed for it. You knew how to hurt me, I laid my heart out for you. You know how to control my heart. But what's the purpose of living a life when your heart beats for your lover, but theirs has long moved on. You ran with no sense of direction, and no note. You took Joseph, our son with you. You made sure to take all the reminders of you out of our house. All the pictures are gone, and the only thing that keeps you alive in my heart. Are the memories. You disappeared as if you've been erased off the planet. I could find you if I tried. But finding you will break me even more. I still crave your touch, to run my hand through your long blonde hair, and every slow and heated kiss we'd shared. I need it even if it's for one last time. But I can't. The moment I'll see you I won't be able to let you go again, I'd track you in every place on earth.  If you've moved on with another man, I don't ever want to find out. I wouldn't be able to hold back to murder the man that has his hands all over what is mine. I love you now and I will never stop... You've had my heart in your hands since the day we met. I'm honored to have gotten hurt by you Mrs. London.                        love, Ethan Garner