Prologue
Alone wasn't even the right word to describe how I felt. Abandoned, hurt, devastated were all better contenders. From the moment my mother and sister died, I was stricken with the realization that from here on out, I could only rely on myself. No longer was there going to be someone who I could run to when things got tough. No longer would there be anyone who would love me unconditionally, not without there being a chance of heartbreak. Maybe alone could describe me, but I'd rather call it independent. However, what I didn't see at the time was that independent was a very lonely thing to be. I didn't know any better than lonely. That was until I opened my eyes and saw the man right in front of me. He made me eventually learn, I was never alone.