I met Sarah Kate Erickson once i was twenty-one years old. I was fortunate to keep her for seven years before a tragic accident stole her from me. She didn’t perish, but sometimes I believe it would have already been less complicated if she acquired.

I lived in a haze for all those 4 years following the accident. Catering to her every want, even though she hated the view of my encounter. I tried to hold on to her and the near future that we were supposed to build collectively. Nevertheless, you can’t hold on to someone it doesn’t exist anymore.

It wasn’t until I met Jesse Addison, a barista at the local coffee shop, which i realized I didn’t just lose Sarah that tragic night; I dropped myself as well.