Prologue

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At the age of fifteen no one expects to meet the love of their life but I had found someone more broken than me and I wanted to give him all the love I hoped to receive one day. It was almost the most beautiful thing ever; Almost.

At fifteen years old who really believes in love, or knows how fickle it can be, I thought I was fixing you but really, I was fixing myself to you in hopes we'd overcome our sadness together, and we did; Almost.

I'll never forget the day you said you were going to leave and didn't plan to come back, my fifteen-year-old heart broke and fell into a pattern of only beating at night while the pain of losing you radiated through me with every heartbeat.

Eventually I learned to live with the pain and accept the fact that you were just a ghost in the wind, I even almost forgot you a few times; Almost 

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