Blog by Melissa Clare Hill

Let me be the one to call you baby all the time. I want to hold your hand in mine and kiss you under the bright night stars. I watched meteors in your eyes the whole night through. I wanted to stare into your abyss for eternity. It was perfection epitomized. He speaks and it all goes pear-shaped. I hid the tears in my eyes as you said those last words. They came in a haze...