lift the small piece of paper to my lips and kiss it, leaving what little lip-gloss I had on the card that he had given me with the flowers. I then place it in his casket as I whisper, “I said yes.” And then with a broken heart, I turn around and start to walk away, but a little boy stands in front of me. Tears run down his face as he looks up at me with bloodshot eyes.
This broke me.
