"Everyone that enters your life is there for a purpose, and if you're lucky, you find the one that changes everything. The way you laugh. The way you think. The way you love."
--Angela K Parker
Sam is my one. When I met her, I knew that she would change everything. Our love was all-consuming. I thought it was unbreakable. We were happy, content, and making plans for our future.
I should've known better than to make plans. They always fall apart when I least expect it. Things happen beyond my control. Mistakes are made that are hard to accept, and the love that I feel falls prey to mistrust.
Brad is my yellow. I've been comforted in the blanket of our love from the moment I let him in.
It was stupid of me to think that nothing would change. I thought that if I ignored the problem, it would go away, but it didn't. It stalked me, lurking in the distance for a chance to strike. Now everything that Brad and I have built is crumbling, and I don't know if there is anything that I can do to stop it.