Loving You Was Dying, Leaving You Is Living

Summary

Three years into my cancer battle, I finally couldn't hold on anymore.

Before I found my release, I wanted one last look at the old apartment complex where I'd lived with my parents.

I had intended to come quietly, leave silently.

But unexpectedly, as soon as I reached the complex gates, I ran into my ex-husband, dressed in a sharp suit.

Years had passed, and we had both changed.

He had removed the woven bracelet I made for him, now wearing an expensive gold watch.

I had shaved off the long hair he loved most, now wearing a hat to hide my bald head.