When you lose your soul-
mate, you lose a piece of
yourself. And when your
soul-mate turns their back on
you, the little bit
of you that remains is
poisoned. They thought I
gave up and hid from the
world. But really I
was trying to drive the
poison out, purge and
rebuild myself. I was
almost able to.
If I’d had five more years,
maybe I would have.
But I ran out of time.