That home visit changed my life.
She is a shell of the person I knew.
I just want each day to end so the night can swallow my pain.
She still has so much to give.
Iâm empty.
I want to help her stand on her own again.
Iâm not ready to let go.
Sheâs worth sticking around for.
My will to keep moving forward is stalled.
I want to make her smile again.
He has a good heart, but I canât be the one to take care of it.
She doesnât know that a long time ago I dreamed of her heart and soul.
My story has ended.
Our story is just beginning.