Enough...

Short fiction.
It's maybe a little angsty. Strange how life turns out. I wrote this when my boyfriend was alive. It wasn't a premonition of his death, it was just a story, an imagining, if you will, of how I'd feel if he died.
2 years later he did die, suddenly and unexpectedly, in a car crash.
It was a long time before I could read this story without crying.
Far, far longer still before I could let anyone else read it.
Anyway... I thought I'd share it with you.
It's not a happy, feel-good piece, but I hope you enjoy it regardless.
It's from the heart. It's about love, and pain, and how people become a part of you, and without them, something is missing.
It's for you, it's for him, and it's for me.