A week passed, and she tried to keep herself busy. Work, errands, anything to keep her mind occupied. But it didn't matter how many hours she filled or how many miles she walked
he was always there, in the back of her mind.
One evening, as Diane was sorting through a box of old letters, she found one he had written her early in their relationship. The paper was yellowed with age, the ink slightly faded, but his words were still clear.
"I don't just love you. I need you. You're my everything and My Only One ."
She clutched the letter to her chest, tears streaming down her face. She had believed him, every word. She had given him everything she had, held nothing back.
And now, she was the one left picking up the pieces.