When I first met Sarna she was 21, I was 22. From the moment I saw her I knew that I loved her. It’s hard to explain this love, for it wasn’t like romance or even sexual attraction, but a part of me cared for her in a way that I’d never experienced before. Her eyes piercing through my very soul. Selflessly I wanted to protect her from the harms of this world. She was so beautiful and amazingly kind and I felt proud to know her and witness her strength in the wake of her father of whom had recently passed away. Sometimes she would cry in my arms and I didn’t know what to say other than the simple words that I knew for sure; "I love you". "you’re my angel", "I’m so proud of you and I’ll never forget you".
The funny thing was that I had felt so empty lately, almost like a ghost, I could hardly remember my own past, so dissociated, all of my memories seemed to have passed in what felt like years long ago.
It was in september that she was admitted t
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