One night James and a I were driving home from the movies. James sensed there was something wrong because of the painful silence we shared between us that night. I then asked James to pull over because I wanted to talk. I told him that my feelings had changed & that it was time to move on. A silent tear slid down his cheek as he slowly reached into his pocket & passed me a folded note. At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down that very same street. He swerved right into the driver s seat, killing James. Astonishingly, I survived. Remembering the note, I pulled it out & read it. "Without your love, I would die."
