I didn't want to lose him.

He said he wouldn't leave me.

Yet I saw the tears slowly trickle down his cheeks as I waved goodbye. Why did I have to leave so soon? Why couldn't my family see that I was much happier with him. He already owned half of my heart now, it was too late. No one could stop me from falling more in love with him. Everyone said we were too young to say we wanted to spend the rest of our lives together, but we knew deep down inside they were just jealous of the love that we shared. Ever since that summer, we've been inseparable. Everyone could tell there was something special between us. But now he's gone and he took my soul away with him. Why did my father decide it was the best idea for him to get married again, let alone only six months after my mother's death. It's all her fault and she knows exactly what she's doing to me, too. I wish my dad would grow some balls and actually see that she's breaking us apart, not bringing us together. But there is always one thing that keeps my head screwed on straight. All I need to do is look down at the bracelet and know it's partner is on the wrist of the one guy who will never hurt me.

The one guy who loves me.

The one guy that I long to be in his arms.

The one guy who keeps me from going insane.

The one guy who knows the real me.