Endless Love Letter

Our love had to live in the past… The first time we met I knew. She was perfection. I needed to know everything about her—what made her smile, what her lips tasted like, what her body felt like under my skin… But our love was fatal. The purest venom that seeped through my veins and embedded deep into my soul. Emilia was My love. My muse. The woman who owned my soul. The woman who shredded my heart to pieces.