Where My Heart Was Wrong

Summary

I was in a long-distance relationship with my boyfriend. It had been three years, and he never let me go to him.

I cried, I protested, and I even shouted at him. Alas, all he did was give me a tired answer. "It's for your own good, Wendy."

I shut up because that really was the truth.

I had made frequent trips to him during the first year we were together. The first time I went, I forgot to turn off the stove, and the fire burned my house down.

The second time I went, the elevator I took malfunctioned. I was locked inside for hours. The loss of oxygen nearly knocked me out.