After he graduated, he turned down job offers to start his own business. The first six months were tough. He kept losing money, and no one believed in him. I sold the house my grandfather left me, ran around with him looking for sponsors and investors, and downing drinks like there was no tomorrow, but I still woke up early the next day to make him breakfast.
We were newlyweds then, exhausted beyond belief, but we never ran out of things to say. Every night, we fell asleep in each other's arms.
He never officially said he loved me. Even now, I still believe he did.
It wasn't earth-shattering, but we had the courage to give everything for each other.
Sadly, even that kind of love couldn't withstand the passage of time.
"You were smiling so sweetly in your dream," Landon said.
His words pulled me out of my drowsy state, and I felt like I was still dreaming.
If being pathetic were a disease, I'd be in the final stages, worse than any terminal illness.
I forced a smile and urged him to go out and get me some breakfast.
After rummaging around and not finding my phone, I slowly walked to the nurse's station to borrow one.