Save Me

love of my life

That message was left in my Honesty Box on December 15, 2007. I automatically knew who it was. It was the only person I ever considered the "love of my life," the only one I ever fell in love with. We finally talked a month before that message about our relationship, since we always avoided the subject. She told me things I needed to hear and things I didn't expect.

I know she left the message, but she wouldn't tell me what she meant. Maybe it's best this way, not knowing. But I can't help but wonder if I am the love of her life, or I was the love of her life? I don't think I'll ever know, and that's what bothers me.

I told her four years ago that I'd never stop loving her, and to this day, I haven't stopped. I can't stop. I miss her, and I can only hope she thinks of me sometimes.

Our love was like a shooting star: magnificent but fleeting.