"I needed to you, but you weren't there," Kendall whispers into my ear. "You left me even though I loved you." "Kendall, you hurt me. You don't hurt the person you love. And I was away. I needed to get help and you knew that." "While you were gone, I wrote letters to keep myself occupied. I wrote five hundred and sixty two letters, all for you," he spits back at me. I can feel the tears form in the brink of my eye. I loved him so much, but people had told me I needed to let him go. And I did need to let him go. I can't deal with another broken bone or fractured fingers. I can't deal with the blondie's emotional, verbal, and physical abuse anymore. "Take the letters!" Kendall's voice booms throughout the empty storage lot. I suddenly wished someone was here, that someone, anyone could protect me from him. I grab them from his clammy hands, being yelled at once again by his scratchy voice. "Read them now. Out loud." I take the first note labeled 'Day 1' from the pile and hesitantly unfold it. It was a single page, though the words were written on front and back. I was terrified to even glance at it, thinking there were going to be more harsh words to come my way. I read the first sentence as his deep green eyes stare at me. "I hate you." I was right.

"Our love is immortal. Meaning our love will never die." They say let the past stay in the past and live in the present turning the mistakes into happy mistakes.