Ten years ago, I lost the love of my life.
In the blink of an eye, he was gone. To this day, I still seem to be picking up the pieces of my broken heart. In losing Hayes, we also lost Mal, the misunderstood hockey player who wished more than anything that he could turn back time and trade places with his best friend. So, in his grief and guilt, he left. Without a goodbye. Without the promise of returning. Now years later, I found myself making the promise to bring him back home. No matter the cost. No longer the vending machine guy I once knew, he's now known as the problematic player of the NHL. Still broody and even more jaded, he refused to let me in. But that didn't stop me from trying. His rejection soon turned into reconciliation, but then somewhere along the way, through our pain and heartache, we found solace in each other. Like we were no longer alone in this journey of healing. And soon, an emotion we never saw coming barreled in and changed everything. Changed us. And perhaps, amid all the anguish and hardships we battled, something eternal could be found amongst two broken-hearted souls. Now, if only my heart doesn't get in the way before then...
