From Lukov with Love

by Mariana Zapata

“Why are you sitting next to me?” “Because I can.”

Nothing else had mattered as much as the chance to win something. To be someone. To make them proud. To make everything worth it.

“You. Matter. To. Me. You. I couldn’t forgive myself if something happened to you because of me,”

This was my partner. This was more than my partner. He was my other half.

I wanted to give him all the shit and all the shit I couldn’t forever and always, because he’d given me everything.