“I’m not leaving. Not again. This is my home.” Those three sentences, the truth of the words resonated in the air, in my chest. This was my home. “I’ve never loved anyone the way I love that man. He’s been my everything. My whole life is wrapped up in him. He knows me. Every moment I’ve breathed has belonged to him, to us, in some way or another. I messed up. I tried to cut him out of my life, but it was like cutting out half of my heart. I was barely surviving in California. I love him. And I appreciate you protecting him, but you don’t have to anymore. Because I will.”
