The mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death.
Adoration is not profound enough a word to express the depth of my love for her. From the moment she walked into my life and set my heart and soul on fire, not a day’s gone by that she hasn’t plagued my every thought.
We were each other’s completion. She was everything I wasn’t–the sigh to my roar, the virtue to my sin, the cure to my wounds.
We Were One.
Until the unthinkable happened.
That I’ve survived such a tragedy without having completely lost it, is a mystery in itself. But as my mind starts to blur the lines between reality and my delusional heart, I begin to question everything, including my sanity.
And then the real mystery begins . . .
Looking Glass #2
We Were One is heart wrenching stand alone novel with an HEA. I promise!