I love him.

I think he still loves me, too.

Maybe, somehow, we can find our way back to each other.

Part of me wants him to suffer as much as I am while we're apart. The other part of me just wants him to come home.

I split my soul bond for him, after all. Doesn't that count for anything?

It turns out, our time apart might be a good thing. I'm finding myself, and learning what I want out of life.

I'm also learning how good we really are together. I've seen what happens when fated mates fall apart, or simply never find one another in the first place. I don't want that for us.

But does he feel the same way? Will we ever get our happily ever after?