Afterword

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Afterword

I never knew much of romance until I met Isaac Kingsley in that diner on Main Street on the eighteenth of January. I hadn't known what it felt like to hold someone's hand, to kiss, to go on a date, to fall in love. That all changed when I met the gorgeous boy that I was eventually lucky enough to call mine.

We were so close that it sometimes felt like I had lost another half of me after he was gone. He left the world and I didn't even get to say goodbye. I don't know if I deserved to say goodbye. His parents still don't think so, and they make no secret of the hatred they bear for me.

The only thing I knew for sure about my boyfriend's demise was that I couldn't have made it any sweeter. The smile he had worn when visiting sights he had dreamed of seeing always warms my heart to remember. The excitement when he pushed me onward, the love when he would kissed me.

Isaac never told me he loved me, but he never needed to. It was in everything he did. When he had curled his fingers into my hair, when he had smiled just inches away from my lips, when he had called me and cried that he needed me. I don't think I could've asked for much more.

Reluctantly, I admit that my parents were right. I had fallen in love with someone living on borrowed time, and my heart had been shattered because of it. I didn't regret it, though. Nothing could ever make me regret loving Isaac Kingsley.


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