Love is a deadly disease.
There is no cure. No medication to help ease the pain.
Once you fall in love, you slowly die.
It's not always a painful death. It can be blissful.
It was that way for me, at first anyway. Then it was all over.
Before I knew it, eleven years went by and I was a ghost.
An empty shell of a person who was afraid to speak, afraid to move.
Afraid to breath, but I was still so in love.
He was my heaven and my hell. My salvation and my destruction.
Until one day, I had enough.
I no longer wanted to feel hollow.
There was one problem...
How do you fall out of love with someone who has been all you have ever known for half your life?
When the Time Comes
