Nine months ago, I found out my girlfriend was two months pregnant.
Eight months ago, we heard our baby's heartbeat for the first time.
Seven months ago, we found out we were having a boy.
Six months ago, we decided that we were naming our boy Asher.
Five months ago, we bought a small two bedroom apartment together.
Four months ago, we had our last anniversary together.
Three months ago, they were able to save Asher, but not her.
Two months ago, Asher had grown, but still had to be in the NICU.
One month ago, Asher still wasn't okay and neither was I.
Today, I was finally able to take him home.
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.