©2012 by Monica Coetzer Preface
Love, Life, Meaning.
Those three words meant everything to me; it meant that I could spend forever with him, that I could be forever happy.
That seemed like such an easy word to say. It rolled off the tongue in waves, it was quiet simple.
Just one word…Just one meaning.
Again that word. Meaning.
Why was it in every sentence?
Why couldn’t I stop to think about that day, that meaning? That man?
Love, Life, Meaning…there was no love, there was no life, and there was no more meaning to anything anymore.
Everything…forever…lost in just one night of pain, of torture. Lost in one night without him.
One night without him ended up being an entire future without him…almost.